Diprotic acids make you think you're wrong, when, in fact, you're quite correct.

There are no conclusions to be made from the information that you gave. In the end, I should've stayed where I was in the beginning. I hear your pleas for me to leave, but I find my feet cemented down. Paralyzed by the pain in your eyes, I try my best not to stare. But I cannot erase what has already taken place, and frankly, I don't quite care. Because what we have is better than all the pain I've endured. Please tell me you never want it to end.