Sometimes...yeah

There is heavy loss in this performance.  Alone with a mic and a camera to watch.  She feels it because she wishes it wasn't true but in her case it was...very true.  Hers was a relationship that took her downward into addiction as they both enabled each other in use.  Yet even though they were toxic to each other...she loved him like the artist she was.  In the end of it all, she had to let go.  It was going with either what she knew or what she felt and sadly what she knew was that this relationship might've taken her life.  You know that man will always play a part in her life...in one way or another.  A truth I know she hates.  I see this video as a compelling piece of art...

For you I was a flame, love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game
One I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame, love is a losing game

Played out by the band, love is a losing hand
More than I could stand, love is a losing hand
Self-professed, profound, 'til the chips were down
Know you're a gambling man, love is a losing hand

Though I'm rather blind, love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind, love it is a fate resigned
Over futile odds, and laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame, love is a losing game