Are you lying to impress her?  Are you trying to take off her clothes?  Are you angry, for the sake of drama?  Are you serious?  Heaven knows.  Are you crying because you're lonely?  Or are you crying because you're alone?  Are you begging, embracing your tendency toward weakness?  Do you think you'll get her back if you let it show?  So you run far away from a memory that contains her smile, contains her smile.  You run up to see the outstretch that contains the width of the sky.  The width of the sky