Hide behind the symptoms, designated by design, just so you feed your ill. Feel what is hidden, bury the shoe box, filledwith the emotion of pain, bury it deep, even while you sleep. Dream, consistantly you will scream, dare to fall, dare to feel aware. Beside what you know is the truth, fakes what you tiedat the low of your tide, but on high. Fault is not yours, the tears do not lie, sometimes the best for your love to be able to survive, is a simple new start. Starting with a sad goodbye.