Why: The search for love

Running in circles, one after the other
Same mistakes, same lessons, new people
The same crappy emotions, the ones you can’t master
And the well deepens...

Drunk at a party, with noise and silence
The plea surfaces, ‘pull me out! Give me true love’
But the next morning, it’s the wrong person, wrong emotion
And hope further dwindles...

Smile, because that’s what hides the pain
Work, because that’s what numbs the mind
But lie tired in bed and the craving to be held creeps in
And we fall for the wrong person once again.