It's all in the way that I see things that you don't.

It's all in me having a point of view that you can't.

Touch or destruct, delay or confront, understand or construct.

If I gave you answers you'd shove them right back in my face.

What is real? Face up to the consequence of what will become.

Your thoughts become numb.

I can't wish you there.

Could I make you care?