There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.
Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.
What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?
Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.
Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.
Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.