I wish I could Bubble Wrap my heart, in case I fall and break apart. But I know you're hurt, people that you love and those who care for you. You're standing in moonlight, but you're black on the inside. I'm a little dazed and confused, life's a bitch and so are you. AND YOU WROTE THE BOOK, ON HOW TO BE A LIAR AND LOSE ALL YOUR FIRENDS. Did I mean nothing at all? Who do you think you are to cry? This is goodbye.