Music: Fugue in F# Major. By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.
I do not understand why you don't love me. You loved me once. What changed? What did I do? Your eyes are mirrors in which I can't see me. Your lips are closed, a door I can't pass through. For years we shared our bodies, thoughts, and lives. Now we lie at night encased in stone. Something's turned the simplest words to knives. I live with you, and yet I live alone. I do not want to be the one who leaves. After all, I'm not the one who changed. But dead is dead, and for the one who grieves, The loved one should be gone, not just estranged. You say that nothing's wrong and all is well, But I well know the truth you will not tell.