“He pointed at, Sometimes one simply wants to disappear. I pointed at, There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself. He pointed at, How sad. I pointed at, And I wouldn’t say no to something sweet. He pointed at, Cried and cried and cried. I pointed at, Don’t cry. He pointed at, Broken and confused. I pointed at, Something. He pointed at, Nothing. I pointed at, Something. Nobody pointed at, I love you.”