I can see you understand. I can tell that you're the same.

Alright, alright I give up. I have been avoiding you. But it's not my fault you're always here, waiting for me every day. Hoping that I have some big exciting story to write down for the viewers to read. Why is my day supposed to be better than everyone else's? Tell me how it's suppose to be so entertaining. You're the one that looks pretty. I'm the one behind it all, fiddling with the dirty details, fixing you when you screw up. You're the face that everyone see's. I'm the whore who does your bidding.