“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...”

“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”

“...so now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green...”

“...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...”

“...not even the wind can bring a tear to my eye the way you do...”

“...I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ...”

“...it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...”