I will be in the same place
With someone’s face in my head
And no respite from it
Mr lonely man eating your cake,
Whats that sage expression on your face?
Does the same thing that ails me ail you?
You have my sympathy and indifference
Because I have nothing else to give you.
For every measure of pleasure there is an equal measure of pain
Why? Because the same ability of your mind to give you pleasure is also its capacity for pain,
So brace yourself then for beautiful moments in love and then, violent stabbings of pain.
And happiness is a state of mind I’m told,
So maybe there is a middle path here?
Maybe there is life to be lived between
Unreal love and real spells of despair.