Everything was...right, I wasn't in a dark tunnel anymore, I could...breathe again, all my cuts...healed, I always questioned your motivations you said you loved me, I believed you, You said everything was going to be alright, I trusted you, but now I see that everything was just a show, you played your part well, but there is always an affect on the audience, mine is real strong, but you wouldn't know, you aren't here anymore, it's just me, suffering alone, sometimes I wonder, would dying be an alternative, or make me suffer worse, I bet you would be happy, or is how you're living now a show?, and what was felt between us the real deal?, why can't you just tell me, tell me now if I am suffering for no reason, tell me I have no reason to worry, tell me you love me, tell me you mean it, but then again, don't, I knew you were too good to be true