“when im in, im in. put my chips on black, your kiss burned my lips like I just hit crack. turn the lights off we get it crackin, turn the lights on and we lose the passion. we try new things by lying and cheating, a constant cycle of goodbyes and greetings. act like love has a higher meaning, we’re afraid to let loose of our tied up demons, time consuming, mind confusion, im trying theres gotta be a science to it. is it worth the effort, im not an expert, once a heckler before the pressure, a constant battle with no winner at the end, a simple breakdown from a lover to a friend, friend to an enemy then lover once again. it comes and goes as subtle as the wind” -dumbfoundead