I've watched you change, that much is true. It's like I don't even know who you are any more; not that I knew to begin with, but you know, it's the principle I guess.
You set me on the glass – an experiment? Maybe. I could see you as a child; pins, mounting board and peeling off wings like the petals of a daisy. You love me not. You love me? Hah. How much will you love me when my gun's at your temple and I blow you away? Just the same, and isn't that always the way of us.