You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.
I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.
She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.
You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.
I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.
Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.