Everyday I find myself talking to you in my head. I cry for you, I scream at you, and hold simple conversation. I tell you everything I wish I could straight from my heart, but you'll never hear them both in my head and even if I told them to you straight because let's face it, babe. You've installed a filter in your brain somewhere that makes everything friendly in the world to you and him, and that's why when something passes through that's a bit more realistic, your world crumbles apart. You tell me why you can't understand why everyone's upset about what happened, or why nobody likes him. You can't understand why you two just can't carry