o u t   t o   g e t   y o u   -   j a m e s i'm so alone tonight my bed feels larger than when i was small lost in memories, lost in all the sheets and all the pillows so alone tonight, i miss you more than i will let you know miss the outline of your back, miss you breathing down my neck all out to get you, once again, they're all out to get you, once again insecure, what ya gonna do? feel so small, they could step on you called you up, answering machine when the human touch is what i need what i need is you looked in the mirror i don't know who i am anymore the face is familiar but the eyes, the eyes give it all away they're all out to get you, once again they're all out to get you here they come again insecure, what ya gonna do? feel so small, they could step on you called you up, answering machine when the human touch is what i need what i need is you let me breathe, if you'd let me breathe they're all out to get you, once again they're all out to get you
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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.