Don't Speak

This is what I want and how I feel and this song - I never realised how many of the words I knew by heart. And I didn't realise how much it describes RIGHT NOW. And I hate you. And I love you. And I really just don't understand. I...can accept the way you're thinking but not how you came to those conclusions. I can't believe you hurt me like this. So fucking oblivious to my pain - and what? You want me to thank you for not dragging it out? You're cowardly and insignificant. I keep telling you to leave me alone because as much as I miss you - as much as I miss what I thought you were - eventually I come around to the disgusting, foul truth. And I don't want bacteria anywhere near me. So thanks for opening my eyes and helping me grow - as a person, as a writer. It's funny that you'd use passion as your excuse, because passion is the one thing I don't think you ever comprehended about me. You're motivated, obviously, but you really don't have the passion in your daily life, that inner spark that would offer you some possibility of succeeding in architecture. That's why you fake it - why you want the glasses, the "designed" things to surround your world. You simulate an architect's world in the hopes some of it will rub off. Sorry, hon, but it doesn't work that way.