You hover in front of my mind - you're an invisible wall between me and her. She is right there, but I'm hiding in here somewhere, and there YOU are, just in the way-- and you're just shutting me down. It's like I'm on Apollo 13 and you're making the hazard lights flash one by one. BANG, your sense of humor is GONE, SMASH - I've ripped through your interesting thoughts, BOOOOM! There's your confidence gone floating away. SMACK, I've just thumped you in the face and taken away whatever meager good looks you had to begin with and now you are left with looking NOT VERY GOOD.
I will shut you down and FUCK you up any time you get near to feeling anything. That thing you feel, DON'T BELIEVE IT, that thing you see, YOU'RE DREAMING. WHAT IS IT WITH YOU? There's a reason I've had you feeling NUMB for like the last zillion years, it's because that's where you belong, in the big-NUMB, because when you feel-- you become like a fucking kid again. Vulnerable as anything. FEEL NOTHING, FEEL NOTHING, FEEL NOTHING.
