Try, and put aside your history and pride: maybe for one moment in time, we'll all be on your side. The story goes: nobody knows what it was like when you would throw someone who cared out in the air, and let them crash down anywhere. Did you run away, did you fall apart, did you see yourself, for what you are? Will you be looking for it anymore, when _ becomes _? When you're all alone with the melody, do you close your eyes and think of me? Will you still hear me singing anymore, when _ becomes _?