I'm unhappy to see your Stoic grief.
You can only heal what you can feel.
When you don't express, it is trapped inside
With no way out.
It turns into anger; it turns into guilt.
Did you love me? For if you did,
YOU ARE NOT GUILTY of ANYTHING.
As I wait for your smile, I want you to cry;
Setting it free brings you closer to me.
Don't you see? Don't you see?
Set it free. Set me free. Set us free.