Try to bite back the tears that threaten to fall,
where’d I misplace my life,
bitch left sometime last fall…
Didn’t expect her to keep wandering,
so damn far off the tracks,
with no one to mislead her,
and no will to get back.
Seen too many nights fall,
and seen a year fall by fast,
dig deep and find strength or another will pass.
They say that the strongest man is the one most alone,
by now I’m a girl with a will made of stone.
I may have to give up ever being part of a “Team,”
but that won’t mean I’ll give up on achieving my dreams,
so if I would stumble, and find I’m alone,
I will dust myself off and dig down to the bone…
Deeper and deeper until there’s no hope,
and when I reach that point, I will get out the rope,
and reach for some more and never give up,
because solitude has given me the strength to get tough.
He travels fastest, who is most alone,
so I must be the fastest soul ever known…

Love Moved

Close the curtains

Pull the shades

Kill the lights

Bolt the door

Dry your eyes

Go to bed

Love

don’t live here anymore…

Miss You Like Hell

If only I could have known

that your absence could feel

like the fiery pits of hell

that not being in your arms

would feel like being trapped in a cell

trapped under water

trapped in a well

God help me through this

I miss you like hell…

Always stray to the less beaten path,

but life always kicks me on my ass,

think I’ll make one more lonely pass,

this time really feel the wrath,

of another lost loves aftermath,

getting back up, is no simple task,

bet they all just kick back and laugh.

Getting broke down I’ve gotten down to a science,

you men, you all think that you’re giants.

One brutal stomp on what’s left of my heart,

not much left there to be torn apart.

I’d need a band of gypsies to restore all the pieces,

they are scattered from here to France,

Mom gave me a book, “I Hope You Dance,”

 but the best I can hope for is to survive,

 because these bastards are eating me alive.

Permanent chink in my armor,

 a broken heart farmer,

pain grows like weeds,

tears gush till I bleed.

Never a wife,

so I reach for the knife

and I slice and I dice

still can’t carve out a life.

That includes happy endings,

this one’s beyond mending.

No hearts and no flowers,

no white picket fence,

my heart it’s not broken

but it’s scratched, it’s got dents.

I’d throw in the towel, but that would not be enough,

I’d throw in myself, throw in all my old stuff-

and still I’ll be sitting here,

sad and alone, even if I were

rich, famous, beautiful,

with a crown and a throne,

I’d still be unwanted, hurting down to the bone.

Lost little girl, who went all of her life,

then on to the next

never being a wife.