I have played you endless number of times; especially when you go home for holidays. I’m not the right guy for you. This is the reason why you had your mental breakdown. Its because what you see for us is nowhere near what I see. You love me so much, and I care about you. See? Can’t work. Now if only I can tell you this when you look at me with those adoring round eyes. I’m sorry I’m a punk nigga.