What is it? That feeling.. That kills you inside..? Can it be truthfully called love? Or is it just pain.. How can you ever learn to trust if it all ends up like this, over and over. If I asked you to, would you really come? If I needed it, would you really hold me? Or would you just turn away, and close the door? Or would you finally, be the one, to teach this light feather how to fly?