"How are you ?"
What he says : I'm fine
What he thinks : ALL WE ARE IS AN ISLE OF FLIGHTLESS BIRDS, WE FIND OUR WORTH IN GIVING BIRTH AND STUFF, WE'RE LIVING IN OUR HOME AGAINST WINDING ROADS AND WE THINK THE GOING IS THOUGH. WE PICK SONGS TO SING THAT REMINDS US OF STUFF NOBODY REALLY CARES ABOUT AND HONESTLY WE'RE PROBABLY MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN EVER NOW. IF YOU DECIDE TO LIVE BY WHAT YOU THINK'S WRONG AND WHAT'S RIGHT, BELEIVE ME YOU'LL BEGIN TO WISH YOU WERE SLEEPING, YOUR WEEPING WILL CREEP IN YOUR HEAD AND YOU'LL CRY BUT IF WE WAKE UP EVERY MORNING AND DECIDE WHAT WE BELEIVE, WE CAN TAKE A PART OF OUR VERY HEART AND THE LIGHT WILL SET US FREE. I AM COLD, CAN YOU HEAR ? I WILL FLY, WITH NO HOPE NO FEAR, AND THE GROUND TAUNTS MY WINGS, PLUMMET AS I SING, PLUMMET AS I ... I AM COLD, CAN YOU HEAR ? I WILL FLY, WITH NO HOPE NO FEAR, AND THE GROUND TAUNTS MY WINGS, PLUMMET AS I SING, PLUMMET AS I SING. HOW FRUSTRATING AND SO DEGRADING, HIS TIME, WE'RE WASTING AS TIME WILL FLY BY AND THE SKY WILL CRY AS LIGHT IS FADING AND HE'S WAITING, OH SO PATIENTLY WHILE WE REPEAT THE SAME ROUTINE AS WE WILL PLEASE COMFORTABILITY. PLEASE DON'T THINK ABOUT WHY YOU CAN'T SLEEP IN THE EVENING AND PLEASE DON'T BE AFRAID OF WHAT YOUR SOUL IS REALLY THINKING. YOUR SOUL KNOWS GOOD AND EVIL, YOUR SOUL KNOWS BOTH SIDE, AND IT'S TIME YOU PICK YOUR BATTLE AND I PROMISE YOU THIS IS MINE. I promise you.
