It's All Relevant

When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies. When the garden flowers, baby are dead, yes, and your mind, your mind is so full of red. Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his, yeah, but in your head, baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is. Tears are running down, they're all running down your breast. And your friends, baby they treat you like a guest. Don't you want somebody to love? Don't you need somebody to love?

~Darby Slick