It somehow stirred my whole world, made it into thousands of pieces. And I stand in the chaos of them, and I actually wonder where I am. It confused me, made me different. It made me shine and fly. But it's really tragic, when you fly with paper wings. And still I'm wandering. I ask myself questions, and the answers never come. It is only carried in the air ---a sadness that floods me. And I know it's crazy that I want you. And I know I'm a real fool. And I know I should be fed up now, and I know it's pointless to cry. But I put the smile on duty again. I quickly wipe my wet eyes. You'll see me soon, and I don't want to to know how much it hurts me. To actually know how you're hurting me, and how you erase me a bit every day, and how every moment you betray me a little... First know---I love you, even if you kill me.