Every game we played comes back to haunt me like a lie, distinct patterns on every bow and tie. The sun dawns on me, but life isn\'t always a logical tautology. There doesn\'t always have to be a reason behind madness, sometimes we snap and things happen, and we apologise, but sometimes sorry isn\'t enough. Sometimes the cut is too deep to heal, and sometimes we overact, and our feelings make monsters out of eternal longings. A bridge too broken to be fixed. Sometimes the ride home is long and we feel like a joke, and sometimes we want more than this, but we panic in moments of heartbreak, and we act out of frustration, but inside we are softer than pulp, just needing to be loved and needing someone to listen.