it's time to close the door all over again. shut it tightly with a large pice of wood, and chain it. then i'll be traped inside myself again, just to open another door - or, maybe, a window - and realize for the 10000000th time that no one is in tune with who i really am. maybe someday someone will also be tuned in g major. till then, i'd rather walk alone, as i always have. even if it pains me greatly.

oh darling. you're a million ways to be cruel.