I don't wanna give up, I really don't. I don't wanna lose everything. I know I gotta believe there'll be a time when stuff matters again, when food has a taste and the sun has warmth as well as light and the grass is a giant cushion.
But it burns, all the time, and I don't know how to make it stop.
I can make anyone do anything and I can't make one man stay put. So power... this power is a mockery, right?
Maybe all power is. No one can really hold on to a single thing we have and the ones with power are the last to learn.
I'm scared to get too close to the edge in case I forget I wanna stay.
I'm scared to be happy in case he feels betrayed.