in a big country by big country these days without you by big head todd & the monsters glycerine by bush helpless by csny desperado by the eagles santa monica by everclear the heart remains a child by everything but the girl washing of the water by peter gabriel sound by james out to get you by james my own worst enemy by lit california (all the way) by luna the state of independence, part 2 by moodswings not the doctor by alanis morrisette plateau by nirvana elderly woman behind the counter in a small town by pearl jam my sweet one by phish have a cigar by pink floyd shine on you crazy diamond, part 1 by pink floyd shine on you crazy diamond, part 2 by pink floyd welcome to the machine by pink floyd wish you were here by pink floyd dummy by portishead (album) how soon is now? by the smiths homesick by soul asylum don't stay home by 311 dead by they might be giants motorcycle driveby by teb pray your gods by toad the wet sprocket angel by the wolfgang press journey through the past by neil young
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.