my life's divided differently now. i've cut the way i see things into sections of hours and days. sections between the few times i still see you. sections between when my heart breaks and i stop breathing. i fill the time between seeing you by thinking about you. and i fill the minutes that i see you thinking about how to get away. and make this sadness go away. i've filled my whole self with bittersweet... and nothing can confuse or take apart your heart more. i'll never get out, will i? if you could just fix this...