Sympathy is not the same as empathy. And if you sympathise, you must not know what heartbreak is like because that's empathy. They're two different things, and its about time we learnt the difference. The difference makes all the difference, as they say. Do they? They should.

Its like in the movies when a kid drops his ice cream cone just before his first lick, and the entire cinema heaves this collective sigh. Thats sympathy, baby, at its purest and most innocent.

Give me back my words. I don't feel anger, or remorse or regret. But give them back to me anyway, because I could use them again someday. And I don't feel safe when they're with you. Now there's doubt dwelling in my mouth, indistinguishable from the aftertaste of a fever, and of disappointment. Run of the mill? I think not. Your cup runneth over (and into mine, empty till now.)

So rock and roll so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all

My cuckoo cries for me.
Lally Lally Lally.