She has her own star
Down on the boulevard
Where they all line up to see her
Welcome to her life
Welcome to her world
Her life did not go as planned
She thought the whole world was in her hands
She craves intimacy in the worst way
But has to settle for whatever the fellows are paying for that day
She parades around on her concrete stars perfumed and sprayed
Hopeful that someone will find her desirable rather than doubtful
Wears tons of makeup
Smokes two packs a day
She thinks the sooner she leaves this world the better
She had a plan she had a path
Before that monster stole her soul and caused her wrath
Now alcohol and drugs help numb her pain
Nothing but a ghost girl remains
The other girl shed herself just a pile of skin left on the floor
This new person is all anyone will see anymore
She does have a good heart
but rarely uses it
too many people have let her down
No one ever tries to see the person that she is
they never stop to hear her story
They say it's hard work to look that easy
Some may even call her ******
But not me

T's a winter's night and all around
a bitter wind is howling.
Collar's up,
but my mood is down,
I've whiskey enough for drowning.
Cursing my luck and cursing some more
the name behind my feelings
as I walk the grounds
memory's found
a different colour to your eyes.

T'was a summer's day and swallows swooped on sunbeams and lovers laughing.
My spirits were high,
but my heart suddenly sank like stone
cos you said you were leaving.
I begged and swore, prayed and begged,
but you gave me not a reason.
Hopeless the tears
my living fears.
You left swifter than a bird in the sky.

T'is been brittle years and lonely roads my weary feet have been travelling.
Legs keep me up,
but my soul hangs low,
yet I've never stopped my searching.
You flew with my heart
and my heart's stayed with you.
Never will it come returning.
Tramping these roads
has worn out my soul
wishing your memory would fade
and die.

The last time we kissed
I broke out in hives
from the honey on her breath
and the sting of her lies.
I swear, I'd die a thousand deaths
if she were the queen of my hive.

i find myself wandering through your thoughts
as you wander through mine
exploring the intricate paths
all the little details
and in that moment i hoped to lose my way
stuck in the lovely labyrinth of your mind

our thoughts are the ribbons
wrapped around the words like a bow
like a present of misgiving
that only the giving could bestow
it's hard to live with the living
when we die with what we know
it's the wit of the unwitting
it's the only gift we show