tonight with you is like swallowing cyanide to stay alive; it makes no sense. what are we doing here? and how did this become so important? let's sort it out before it gets too big to deal with. i never wanted you to be more than a phone call away; now that you're not, it's becoming a problem for me. against my will, i've memorized this script, and i find myself accidentally in character. i never wanted it to be like this, but now i find that i care for her. oh, what a disaster that i've created, and i hate it (and i hate it, and i hate it) because i love it. and i swore to myself i'd never love anything so soon. this march air, it freezes my ears so all i can hear is the ice cold tone of your voice. and it would be a bad choice to continue, to be into me and you. so, watch me turn my back and retreat, then turn back, because i'm weak when it comes to you.