m o t o r c y c l e   d r i v e b y   -   t h i r d   e y e   b l i n d summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower chelsea and i don't know what i'm doing in this city the sun is always in my eyes it crashes through the windows and i'm sleeping on the couch when i came to visit you that's when i knew that i could never have you i knew that before you did still i'm the one that's stupid and there's this burning like there's always been i've never been so alone and i've never been so alive visions of you on a motorcycle driveby cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don't mind and you smile and say the world it doesn't fit with you i don't believe you, you're so serene careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, guiltless and free i hope you take a piece of me with you and there's things i'd like to do that you don't believe in i would like to build something, but you never see it happening and there's this burning, like there's always been i've never been so alone and i've . . . i've never been so alive and there's this burning, there is this burning where's the soul i want to know new york city's evil, the surface is everything but i could never do that someone would see through that and this is the last time we'll be friends again i'll get over you you'll wonder who i am and there's this burning, just like there's always been i've never been so alone and i have never been so alive i go home to the coast it starts to rain i paddle out onto the water alone taste the salt and taste the pain i'm not thinking of you again summer dies and swells rise the sun goes down in my eyes see this rolling wave darkly coming to take me home and i've never been so alone and i've never been so alive
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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.