Private to Mr Scott-Wilde
It's like he's made a prison and caged you inside, clipped your wings but now you don't even want to fly. You're supposed to be flying and maybe you forgot that but maybe he can't.
Is that love, is it?
Wait, I didn't I'm not no, I'm not talking about me, no. Just, just my opinion. That's all. Theoretically.
What if you're trying to find something that's not there?