I look down, "You don't understand me, Lucian. You never did. This...this was a mistake," I glace back up at him before standing -or floating- again, "Bye."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I never understood you? What the hell was the point of this then? I look away from her, a tear running down my cheek, but don't say anything in response.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside