I know.

I wrote a couple notes; one in love, one in anger. They're lyin' there dyin' in my dresser drawer. Now go on, live louder than your voice. Struggle through a stranger. Love her til you love me even more. 'Cause I can't laugh, can't cry, and I can't run can't hide. You get used to the pain and numb to the sting til you can't feel anything.