I wonder what my skeleton looks like? I guess I can't really look at it. I guess you'll have to find out for me. What's hiding in the dark between my skin and my skull? Can I see through the sea of vitreous in my eyes? Will it all dry up and leave me blind? Will my ears leave me too because they know I've already given up before I know I have? When you tell me what I know you'll tell me, why don't I laugh it off like I thought I would when you told me? When you say you care do you mean you don't? I don't think you know but I'm not often reliable.