You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.

I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.

I could’ve sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn’t miss you.

The more she tried to forget, the more she remembered.

Listen, baby, people do funny things. Specially us. The cards are stacked against us and just trying to stay in the game, stay alive and in the game, makes us do funny things. Things we can't help. Things that make us hurt one another. We don't even know why. But look here, don't carry it inside and don't give it to nobody else. Try to understand it, but if you can't, just forget it and keep yourself strong, man.

My name will be Edith Proir," she says. "And there is much I am happy to forget.