Is love a game?
Are there winners and losers?
I know it creates liars, cheaters and boozers
But it also creates romance, hopes and dreamers
The good with the bad, the angels and demons

Is love a game?
Can you forfeit your heart?
Is there a finish line? Where do you start?
Who keeps score and who decides?
Who is in charge and who is along for the ride?

Is love a game?
Are there MVPs or all stars?
Can you get injured? Can you leave with scars?
Blood, sweat and tears, nothing compares
To finding that one person who truly cares.
The ultimate touchdown, run and jump-shot
The hardest battle that you've ever fought.

Is love a game?
Who is your competition?
Yourself, your lover or other women?
Are there personal fouls? Can you get ejected?
Do you get two shots if you feel neglected?

Is love a game?
I want you on my team.
I pick you first- just you and me.
I know we can finish in first place,
If you can just look me in the face
And tell me that you want to win,
That you want to knock down that final pin
We keep getting spares, it's always the same
You keep me asking is love a game?

I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room
With a combination of last nights makeup and pure gloom
Hair-sprayed tangled hair and coffee breath
Replaying the day of your abrupt death
My loneliness dwells
And although my face tells
A story that no one can believe
Of a mother-daughter bond
That went terribly wrong
The day God called you to leave.

I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room
In Potomac,MD
A long way from home
Where I used to roam
Making memories with my angelic mommy.
I wish I could tell you all about how my life has changed-
Since you went away
I just couldn't stay
In a house that's still in your name.

I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room
Of a house filled with people who don't know
The struggle I've gone through
To get where I am and to get closer to you.

These are my memoirs of a dazed and confused
Eternal optimist who feels neglected and abused
In hopes of one day leaving this dark lonely room.

The difference between you and I
Is that I cannot tell a lie
Yet you live one

The difference between you and I
Is that I accept everyone
Yet you judge them

Then you get mad at the liars and judg-ers
And hope and pray that you don't meet another
Yet you are one

The difference between you and I
Is you don't care about feelings
You cut people open and keep peeling and peeling
Until there's nothing left

Yet you claim to advise

One day it'll all arise
Your deception, manipulation and numerous lies
One day you'll be the object of despise
& that's the difference between you and I.