Mon ange.

I don't feel okay anymore.
The worst way to hurt me, is someone like me missing someone like you.

But I can't really help it, can I?
Can I really stop myself?
I can't stop myself anymore.
It's already gone past that point.

I could find flaws in you, of course I could.
But, I'd have to look very hard.

I'm in over my head.

"I was pulling out my heart so I could pin it to my sleave.
On display for you to see I'm on display."