if only walking the vast distances could be equivalent to dropping my countless numbness carelessly, my conscience would already be alright. i, would be alright. if only the tear-jerking laughing sessions with Alba wouldn't mean me concealing the heart to my heart, wouldn't mean me masking on a no-face, i again, would already be alright. and if only i'd stop myself from imagining alba-knows-who everywhere i go, I CAN BE ALRIGHT! hurrgghh! and lastly, if only i could share 50:50 the cost of that sleek red shoe i wanted with my angel, i would be one tenth ALRIGHT! hurrggghhh!