Who I Am, Who I'm Not, Who I Wanna Be.

Forgive me.

If insanity were a career, I'd be making millions.
Finally the end we've both been waiting for... Disabling communication.

If I see you on the streets, I won't look twice.
I will walk right past you as if you're another passerby.
As if there is no history. None at all.
You might say 'Hello', but that would be a miracle.
I know I won't, because with you, miracles don't happen.
You will look straight past me, and walk the other way.
We will be invisible, completely impervious to one another.
We will finally agree on something, for once.