"I can’t help it. All I hear when you’re crying is laughs."

I am fearful for your life if you ever decide to open your mouth.
This stays here.
But somehow I know once they ask you the truths will spill out of the bucket.
Your hand will then let go of every rebuilding effort.
All that we've done will stand for only the 5 minutes you were willing to put in over there.
5 minutes.
We'll forget all of that in 5 minutes.
I don't know where you went.
What route did you take?
Because I left after you did and I'm here waiting for you.
I'm sorry love.
Take my jacket.
You're looking a little cold.