"Now you sit there thinking. Feeling insecure. The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure. Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall. 'Cos you got no one to listen, you got no one to call. And you think I'm curious. Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt you wanna hear she loves you but the words don't fit the mouth. You're a loser, a rebel-a-cause-without. But don't think me callous."