Coming and Going

Our meeting wasn't just a coincidence!
The Universe had planned this incidence,
To set us up for a fall from grace,
And make us look our conscience in the face…

Cause everyone will have to take the stand
To name the ones they've known — hand in hand.
Not everyone can stop and take a pause,
Apologize and own up to their flaws.
Not everyone can really truly say
Who's yawning next to them at break of day.
Sometimes there is no room for feelings!
We're blind — our own twisted dealings
Have shaped the mess we call our "self"…
Without love, we're just an empty shell.

We know the way to play it simple…
Sometimes we like it rough — no temple.
But giving credit to the one who's near?
Not our fate when nothing's clear.
We need to be a little more sincere —
Make the ones beside us feelin' dear.
And hide that cold and indifferent soul –
Smooth on the outside, under control…

Sometimes there is no room for feelings!
We're blind — our own twisted dealings
Have shaped the mess we call our "self"…
Without love, we're just an empty shell.
You'll tire of the mask you're wearing –
The first big fight will leave it tearing!
And then you'll show your hidden talent:
How you forgot to be so gallant.
And how you "know" just how to let things go…
Leaving a trail of shadows in your show…

Inside that bed we're acting like the gods…
Breaking boundaries against the odds…
No shame — but passion? Yes, that's right…
We're staying together… only for the night.

It doesn't matter what comes after –
We're soaked in lies and drunken laughter.
And everyone just wants to get their fill –
To drown inside each other's heaven, for the thrill.
In bed there are no other ways to play –
When pleasure cascades and leads the way,
It's easier to just ignore
That hearts are getting harder to the core.
We're on the same page — yeah, we're in the flow.
I know just when to come… and when to go.

My heart is stubborn, won't obey me…
I can't love right — it's gonna break me.
I've lost the spark, that inner glow…
Inside my soul — it's dark below.

I'm working on my talent — perfecting the art.
Tonight I'll pick up a new one to play the part.
And then again — the same old game:
You're heading home alone, full of shame…

You've been fed up with this too long, I know.
That emptiness inside — it won't just go.
You can't replace the void with spicy passion.