Make a new sound so the old one can become
silent.
All the stairs in this building are made of glass and
bile.
One stone to break them is enough, but don\'t do it.
Then we all will fall apart with them. Within the
sound of broken glass.
I cut myself on a shard. It hurt, but the worst is
yet to come.
You\'re one of narrow-minded people. Sharp and
dangerous liar.
My limited energy is in your self-inflicted bruises.
Don\'t destroy yourself. Let someone else do it for
you. Not me.
It was my misfortune that torn you down.
Don\'t let it get me. Don\'t let me get you. This isn\'t
me.
Just forget the prescription. It\'s not true. I\'m not
true.
I\'m telling you. This isn\'t me.