you look like me/i'm sorry for you/you talk like me/i can't understand you/you think like me/you're fucking crazy/you want to be me/but that's okay because/you remind me of me/softly/but only the good/'cause i'm just mean/hanging by a thread for your honour/just helps me to see inside myself/hanging by a thread for your honour/just helps me to see...

I have kindred spirits. I'm not the only one who can be loved. You must be so happy.

They love me. My friends are back around me...I feel so comfortable...especially her. She makes me feel calm...sane. I'm so happy.

Happiness doesn't last forever though...only pain does. This is why it doesn't matter to me. Take control of your pain, Jeff...we have much to think about.

I feel like I could be something close to sane. There are times when I feel like I'm the only one. She doesn't make me feel like that.

Thank you, Angelica.

you act like me/cause you're embarassing/you talk to me/but don't listen/you think like me/you're so damn crazy/you want to be me/but that's okay because/you remind me of me/softly/but only the good/cause i'm just mean/hanging by a thread for your honor/just helps me to see inside myself/hanging by a thread for your honor/just helps me to see...

There's another now. I quite like her. She's got something quite special indeed. She watches me. She stalks me. I want her...she wants me. I like this game. I like this feeling.

Someone is stalking me. It's creepy. It's eerie. It's this card that was given to me. I've never seen anything quite like it. That worries me.

Quit being so fucking logical, and enjoy it. You don't get chances like these every day.

I wonder how alive I should feel, all things considered.

I see them both, and I see my reflection. I could see myself as both of them. Mostly Gwenivere.

I see myself as both of them. Mostly Angelica. She's tormented, but she's still good inside.

She's tormented and revels in it.

I wish I understood.

I understand.

I'm sorry that I see myself in you.

I'm sorry that the very worst part of me is you.

when these memories/become liquid dreams/just like fantasies/and like fallen leaves/i guess all i need/is to find my desires/and set out to acquire them/you look like me/i'm sorry for you...