When I first arrive and you see me there, your hopeful eyes shattered by despair know what we used to be. No one else is more confused than me. Oh, I don't want to hurt you anymore. I drop my machete to the floor. You look so happy-sad. I know I can't expect you'll wait for me. The soft taste of your lips conjures memories of a world where petals fall from above. It seems so far away. I am lost, to both of our dismay. Oh, I don't want to hurt you anymore. I drop my machete to the floor. You look so happy-sad. I know I can't expect you'll wait for me. Would someone please pass me the key to this exam that I've written? You look so happy-sad. I know I can't expect you'll wait for me.