I wish sometimes that I was more than a projector. I
wonder.. too often.. if everything would hurt as much if I
could feel and hear, even half as well as I can send.
I wonder if that would be enough.. if when things are bad,
it would stop me from feeling like a shameful secret.
Am I your fire, your one desire? yes I know it's too late,
but I want it that way..
Tell me why, it ain't nothing but a heartache, tell me why
it ain't nothing but a mistake..