You know me so well.

Sometimes I just can't tell.

How often do I have to say it? In how many ways?

Confusing, isn't it?

You have just that kind of affect on me.

Things will be better soon . . . I hope.

There are times I just can't say how much you mean to me.

I just can't do it.

A rocker to break up the album.

A fit of self-examination.