You must think I have the Arctic inside of me, I can see it in your eyes. I wish you could see into mine too. Then you would know how much it burns me when you hold his hand. I hope he's taking good care of you, just like you did for me. I wish I took better care of you, made you feel as pretty as I see you, as loved as I adore you. I wish I could tell you all these thoughts but everytime I open up it hurts. It hurts me and it might hurt you, darlin'. Maybe it's better to just stay silent.