i find it strange, the fact that it is possible I have an actual heart lying somewhere within me.
i am supposed to be a heartless bastard, but..
..obviously, even I have my weakness; it is THIS:
what made me mad was the. . . . .´was the fact that.. ..´was the fact that a woman who looked so innocent..
´was the fact that a woman who sang such a beautiful-fuckin'-song had her god-damnèd life stripped away from her, like That.
no human being, who can know all of This, but still not shed at least  tears to think about It, when watching That Song performed, deserves to live.
i will probably not want anything to do with you, irregarding whatever other qualities you might have, unless they extraordinarily-compensate for your apparent lack of compassion.
i never fuckin' cry, but, even such a monster as I had to let some water drop.
once i finally saw Ms. Riperton perform this song.
i actually don't think i want to make myself that vulnerable, so suddenly, again.