is he different, has he changed - or is he just a liar, with nothing to lie about.

BAM. Explosion. And I'm to do what? Oh yeh, pick up all the fucking pieces. Put it all back together, by myself, in the rain no less. And then when I admit defeat, acknowledge that maybe it's just too much to do alone - I am once again, at fault. So what I am to do when it's always wrong in your eyes? You can't ask someone for the world but keep the gravity for yourself. So I do what I can, keep to myself - and mend the broken hearts. I'm starting to come to terms with the sad truth that if I can't trust one thing, I probably shouldn't count on trusting much. Words are cheap, and I'm running out of time. I've left it all open, I've kept a place for you - but eventually, there come's a point where you have to work to keep a place just given to you. Not everything can be handed on a silver platter. Stand up and fight - show me the person I found in the beginning, before it all fell down.