"when you're a stranger"

Oh really.

People are strange when they are in love.

Well, that is a given isn't it?

People grab at the last solid thing they had in their grasp, no matter how much pain it caused them.

Well it would seem so.

So they walk out. And like reverse lemmings, throw themselves back up the cliff they wished so much to be off of, just to feel the reassurance of the view - because the feel of that shakey edge, crumbling away and never letting you know exactly when it's going to fall from under your feet is actually more comforting than that new, tiny little space, out there, in a new strange world of possibilities from which you were going to launch your recovery plan, new life, last gasp attempt at being -

well what!

Free? Happy?

So why, give up.

Ah what the fuck do I know, I'm just a dead dog.