d e a d   -   t h e y   m i g h t   b e   g i a n t s i returned a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the expiration date i came back as a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the date stamped on myself did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket? and was everybody dancing on the casket? now it's either i'm dead and I haven't done aything that i want or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do i will never say the word procrastinate again i will never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed i never apologized for when i was eight and i made my younger brother be my personal slave did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket? and was everybody dancing on the casket? now it's either i'm dead and I haven't done anything that i want or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do so i won't stay at home anymore and you won't see my head in the window anymore and i won't be there, eh, ever anymore and i'll be up there on the wall at the store i returned a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the expiration date i came back as a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the date stamped on myself did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket? and was everybody dancing on the casket? now it's either i'm dead and I haven't done anything that i want or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do
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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.