I didn't listen to music,
I knew it'd make me cry,
Then a friend called just to say 'hi'
I was happy to hear from her,
but I didn't want to say,
what terrible event, had happend today
Since she knows my sound of depression,
And the mummbles of it's repression
My usual susession
A simple talk turned into questions
The formal "what has you down?"
"Does your heart still pound?"
"What awful news have you found?"
"Do you need a little help off the ground?"
It was almost like she saw me frown
I replied,"He said I didn't love him enough"
and she said "that's pretty rough"
and "I know it's tough"
"And I'm never quite good with this kind of stuff"
I smiled, and I bet she did too,
when I said "Well, guess I should find someone new"
Because love is a game,
A fight for your affection's fame
A sex that cannot be tame
A revolution when it came
Making things never the same
An unspeakable cried out name
But they're all filled with pain,
and so invain,
forever so plain,
hardly sane,
And in the end a game
Nothing but a fucking game.
I'm not going to play.
Because there's nothing left for us to say
