Could you forgive me too?
No, of course not, what a stupid thought
What's that? You say you...
Well you must not know what I've done
That's it, you don't know
Silly of me, really, to think that you could, or would,
That I could ever be anything other than...
Why do you keep saying that?
Stop teasing me, I know better
You see, it doesn't make sense
I'm... wrong. I'm broken. Too broken. Entirely too broken!
Stop it! Stop saying I'm...
I don't deserve to be whole
I don't deserve to be new
New... new? What could that possibly mean? You can't...
You can't take away what I've done
You can't forgive me
What? What are you saying?
Groanings too deep for words, too loud to ignore
Who am I?
Am I... my hands? Am I what I've done?
What have I done?
But I've done... do you realize what I am?
If so, please... I need to know
Am I... could I be... could it be true?
Too good to be true?
It's not fair
What's not fair? Life's not fair?
If life's not fair then maybe...
You could forgive me
But how? How could you make me into anything worthy of... anything?
How can you? How could you?
You did what? What?
But I don't... I don't... I didn't...
What does that mean? What are you saying?
Why did you do it? What makes me worth it?
Who am I?
Am I... my heart? But what about the broken parts?
What about my broken parts?
What can you do?
What are you doing?
You are holding me together
What does this mean?
What do I do? What can I do?
What can't I do?
I can't ignore it
I can't pretend I'm...
Too much, but then...
This, here, it isn't enough any more
I can... breathe
As if I've never tasted air
It's as if...
I'm worth it, but not worth it, but still, beautifully worth it