I tought I saw a man brought to life. He was warm, he came around. He was dignified. He showed me what it was to cry. Well, you couldn't be that man I adored. You don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for. But I don't know him anymore. There's nothing left, I used to cry. My conversation has run dry. That's what's going on. There's nothing fine. I'm torn. I'm all out of faith. This is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed. Lying naked on the floor. Ilussion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late. I'm already torn.
