Silently awaiting orders,
I know they will not come,
Murder and thieves will call her,
I won't hear, I'm on the run.

In this life I stand betrayed,
Yet that is only what I feel,
Maybe it is the happiness I slayed,
Which makes this dream is real.

I've been conceiving you for too long. No, I am not pregnant. Thoughts, trying to catch them, understand them. I've been conceiving you for too long. Too long I've been putting myself aside for your happiness, too long I tried to understand you. Now I do, and I feel depressed about it. You will never be happy if you keep on doing what you are doing. Realize that. Accept that. Happiness will come.