-The Dirtpath makes sense of everything as we walk on either side as if we've fallen apart and stubble together every now and then. We hold hands as if were for people to see for them not to realize the pain were going through. Or maybe its just me and i sit and cry and agure why I still cant say anything, i only said we because everytime its as if i hurt you more and more. The music on the street is played as a song we'll never dance to, atleast not for awhile... Its happend once its still happening you known it hurt so you've closed.