I wish I could tell you, it'll get better.
It won't.
I wish I could tell you, they will stay forever.
They don't.
I wish I could heal you...
Wounds from all you've suffered.

But I need it as much as you do.

And I know you won't do it, even if you could.

You tell me what stops you, and that it's for my own good.
But how can I understand?

'Cause darling, I am such a fool for you.