The little games I play, they effect more people that I realize.

I guess it's the concept of magical thinking, but can I control what's going on around me?

Despite what it is, I'm beginning to feel guilty...

The thing that makes my smile widen makes you shed tears, why? Why do I get pleasure from your plague? It's not that seeing you unhappy makes me delighted, it's the fact that I got what I wanted, partially.