I don't understand what keeps us apart. I don't understand what makes you cling to her. I don't understand how you make me feel so guilty, when I've done nothing wrong. I don't know how you can play the games, and not expect me to get hurt when there's no follow through. I don't know why I keep it up, knowing that I'm getting nothing but a vague half-promise of a maybe in return. I don't know why I think it'll get easier when you're gone. I don't know much of anything these days.