The slow disappearance of meaning and truth; a mass of confusion and regret; lost youth. What have I done? You seem to move uneasy. You won't like to see my eyes, because they will never look the same now. Words can't explain the peace that surrounds me when in communion with minds of the same thoughts. Watching stars without you, I believe my soul may actually cry. I know you've suffered but you shouldn't hide. You can't fool me, and you make it painfully obvious that you cannot fool yourself. So stop.