We need to talk Joe.
To tell you what is the truth of all those letrees stained in moss.
I need to separate the delusions from happenings.
I don't want to be mad anymore.
Oh, you should see how our silence left me.
What nightmares hount me and how I cry in sleep Joe.
But, I don't want you to feel pity for me.
I don't want you back either. (Proud-foothold the start of both us.)
We need to talk Joe, I need myself back.
So much silence for nothing.
How do you make it?

~I will always be waiting for you under the moonlight, like that time when you couldn't take your eyes off her, so pain can be even bigger.~