Give me a reason....

Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them

Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh
Things you never say to me, oh, oh
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

I'm sorry I don't understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine (Oh, we had everything)
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everythin'
And it's all in your mind (Yeah but this is happenin')

You've been havin' real bad dreams, oh, oh
 You used to lie so close to me, oh, oh
 There's nothing more than empty sheets
 Between our love, our love
Oh, our love, our love

Oh, tear ducts and rust
 I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust
But our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
No nothing is as bad as it seems
We'll come clean

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
 And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
Oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, we can learn to love again
 Oh, oh, that we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Picture perfect

She sits by the window, sipping her cup of coffee slowly while reading the newspaper. From time to time she glances outside, watching people pass by or thinking when Mr Sun decides to come out. She wears a white shirt tucked nicely in her fitted blue denim, while her long knitted light brown cardigan adds an elegant style. Her make-up is lightly done, emphasising her preferences for a natural look. With her designer bag and shoes, she appears like those featured on glossy magazines. A typical Chelsea housewife as one says, living the dream.

Her eyes, the window to one’s soul, however tell a different story.

To many, she seems to have a perfect life. A partner with high-flying career, kids attending prestigious school where play-dates are proper tea parties held somewhere fancy, splitting her time between countries during term breaks; it is to no wonder why people would love to swap place with her.

If only they know the price to pay for having such lifestyle.

She is deep in her thoughts, pondering whether it is all worth it. She wonders how she ended up here, far apart from the world she was used to. Sacrifices had to be made along the way, those that meant strongly to her and what made her as a person. She still cherishes and misses those things without a doubt. It was simpler yet fulfilling.

In a picture perfect world, loneliness seems to be a constant company.