Wish I could work it out. But I don't know how to figure out what I feel for you. Guess I don't know for sure what I've got to do. But make a choice and I'd rather lose what I knew before than take a step into another place I never knew. Another place of solitude. With cracks upon the floor that I can see right through. You've shown to me those cracks are you. Now I've got to work something out.