it's a loving game

what happens when you have the city...the job...the place and the guy tells you you're miserable...

it's like he can see through you...he can see and spot signs you couldn't even see there...

waking up every day saying, wishing for it to be a good one ain't living babe...

sure you can trick all your instincts into believing it's all pretty and sunshine and rainbows...the depression, despair and anxiety seem to have been lost in the world you left behind a couple of months ago...but what does the new one bring you? sure it's all exciting, new and dusty...but you have to wonder...what else is there?

behind all your make-up, behind your smile, behind your mood, behind your dreams and hopes and fears...what else is there??

there lies the miserable girl that one boy could read...there lies a woman at her constant highest and lowest...there lies all the love...

but in the end what else is there but love?