[DOT, spoken]
Yes, George, run to your work. Hide behind your painting. I've come to tell you I am leaving because I thought you might care to know—foolish of me, because you care about nothing. 

[GEORGE, spoken]
I care about many things— 

[DOT, spoken]
Things—not people. 

[GEORGE, spoken]
People, too. I cannot divide my feelings up as neatly as you, and I am not hiding behind my canvas—I am living in it. 

[DOT]
What you care for is yourself

[GEORGE, spoken]
I care for this painting. You will be in this painting. 

[DOT]
I am something you can use

[GEORGE]
I had thought you understood

[DOT]
It's because I understand that I left
That I am leaving
[GEORGE]
Then there's nothing I can say
Is there?

[DOT]
Yes. George, there is:
You could tell me not to go
Say it to me
Tell me not to go
Tell me that you're hurt
Tell me you're relieved
Tell me that you're bored—
Anything, but don't assume I know
Tell me what you feel!

[GEORGE]
What I feel?
You know exactly how I feel
Why do you insist
You must hear the words
When you know I cannot give you words?
Not the ones you need

There's nothing to say
I cannot be what you want
[DOT]
What do you want, George?

[GEORGE]
I needed you and you left

[DOT]
There was no room for me-

[GEORGE]
You will not accept who I am
I am what I do—
Which you knew
Which you always knew
Which I thought you were a part of!

[DOT]
No
You are complete, George
You are your own
We do not belong together

You are complete, George
You all alone
I am unfinished
I am diminished
With or without you
We do not belong together
And we should have belonged together
What made it so right together
Is what made it all wrong

No one is you, George
There we agree
But others will do, George

No one is you and
No one can be
But no one is me, George
No one is me!
We do not belong together
And we'll never belong—!

You have a mission
A mission to see
Now I have one too, George
And we should have belonged together

I have to move on