It must end somewhere.
the well run dry and the oil run out.
it can't keep going on -
surely there isn't enough left. You can stop pretending.
I remember once you told Dad that no matter how harsh his words were, you knew he loved me. And how afterwards I couldn't believe how much I hated both of you.
Herbert said we are twenty different men within twenty seconds, but i've never seen you change.
I'm sorry.
Your strength revolts me when I'm at my weakest. I guess I just wish it was a more equal fit, that sometime,
sometime maybe you could come to me,
maybe I would have something to forgive.
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