praising the affection of others

when all you really need is you

You're running in crop circles

designed in your mind

with the need to personify

like life is out there hiding

and you have to seek to find

this monster you've been feeding

that makes you fall behind

It's really a shame when life turns to death

every breath you take

is closer to the last

making big decisions

none of which are that important

exposure to beauty always means destruction

and people that you need

with ease you can see you hate to love them

and the game you make this out to be is surely all or nothing