There is nothing more than this.

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore. She loves salting my wounds, yes, she enjoys nothing more. I bleed confidence from deep within my guts, now I’m the king of this pity party with my jewel crusted crown. I wanna tear apart your room to see if what you say is true. Darling don't you lie, lie to me. I wanna break into your heart to see why you want us apart. Oh, I’m scared to death to find out what you think of me. According to you we don’t click, that’s a blatant lie and you know it. Angel, what are you hiding from me? If there is truly another secret lunch-break, working late lover then I would die, but at least then I’d be free.