Theres something in the back of my mind, sometimes it hard to find
Sometimes I don’t know where to turn
I don’t know who I am, remembering the places I came from
Looking through darkened glass
Am I what I have become
Damage I have left in my wake, Give and take, forever fake
Is this who I want to be
Never to be like you, created my own personality
Denying who I am, running from the person I was meant to be
(c)2003 CJG

These thoughts cannot escape my mind, a hope for the future so very hard to find
As with each passing January day so does my love grow cold
And I am fighting, and I am losing
And I am searching for the answers but the pain has left me blind and so I stumble in the darkness no direction I can find, I have been tattooed with the ink of love and death, somebody told me that the scar was permanent
And I am fighting, but I am losing

Will you please pull the knife out of my back and plunge it deep into my chest and cut my heart out feel it beating and my soul will finally rest
If death could only find me then my life would be complete
For I have been run through the gauntlet and have ended on my knees

And I know you will find my life
You will find it in a million pieces strewn across the floor
And my heart a million pieces now
As I walk out that door
And as you pace the empty halls and gaze the empty walls
You will see inside the darkest room a picture hanging near
But do not look between the black and white for the scars are hiding there
My cards were nothing, empty, faceless, oh I was played for such a fool
And I am fighting, and I am losing

I wish I could have known that this was love, but I never would have guessed
That you would **** for life so fleeting and hate left unconfessed
And with damage only love can feel, with soul left obsolete
I find that life is just a casualty of truth found incomplete.
(c)2005 CJG

I think I will walk out today, ill turn and look the other way
Put my darkest sunglasses on and stare directly at the sun
When I look back nothing ill see
But a bright white glare where you used to be
Our names scratched in to old concrete
And a lingering taste left not so sweet
Ill leave a note slipped under our front door
Each word more lost than the word before
Picture painted at a lonely pace
Now drawn in soft lines on your face
Lines that are now filled with tears
Memories of days and weeks and months and years
Time together spent so alone
A lesson ill learn on my own
Photos faded chipped and cracked and worn
Slowly decay beneath the burning sun
The sun will set on a forgotten grave
Where lies a piece of me that died that day
No stone marker there no epitaph
Overgrown with weeds but not far off the path
The path that you will walk if you search for me
The path that leads you to this old oak tree
Beneath I sit alone with pen in hand
I write this to you will you understand
You’ll forget me not though feelings fade
Ill pluck a flower as I walk away
Petal after petal and step after step
As the petals fall so days I will forget
I do not look back after the last one drops
For the last one tells me that she loves me not
(c)2008 CJG

Sitting in a café in mexico
Listening to French songs on the radio
Drinking a pacifico and trying to remember how I got here

I think I caught the ship in San Francisco
After I caught the blues in Tennessee
And then I got kicked off down here in southern mexico
Yea, I think its finally coming back to me
And im
Sitting in a café in mexico
Listening to French songs on the radio
Drinking a pacifico and trying to remember how I got here

Well I watched Singyn ride the rail
so I jumped on that train
had close calls and broke some laws
never even felt the pain
ran all over town that night red paintbrushes in hand
I cant explain no more cuz I don’t think you’d understand

Well the ‘One Stop Mariachi Shop’
Is where we bought our leather vests
Tried our luck at bullfighting and lost but did our best
Found out roller skates don’t work when you’re on cobblestone
All out of pesos and I just want to go home
(c)2008 CJG

Youre just a sad girl in an old oil painting
and im just the artist who hates his old work
youre just another name in an old hotel register
and im just the lonely night clerk
youre just another story about another broken heart
and im just the stranger who made it a song
you were in the wrong place at the wrong perfect time
and I shouldve not come along

youre the last broken string on this pawn shop guitar
and im the kid through the window who wants it
im just a back street on the wrong side of town
and youre the dark mansion that haunts it
youre just a lost letter in an old dusty mailroom
and I am he who will never receive it
im the car on the tracks youre the train bout to crash
but I stay cause I do not believe it

youre just an iceberg sitting under the surface
and me, well im just the titanic
youre just a plane crashing fast into a mountain
and I sit inside without panic
Im just a blind man stepping off into traffic
And youre just the one calling me
You were just a nightmare on a dark stormy night
When all that I wanted were dreams

Oh, you’ve got nowhere to go
And I can see right through you
Gift or curse I don’t know
(c)2009 CJG

On the edge of her mind floats a world, it is a world that laughs and loves

It is a taste of life that she once had, a taste of times to come

Memories made and lost, paid with her heart the cost

A little piece for this mistake, a little piece for that

she paid in full the ransom, and her heart she got it back

You have but a chance, a moment in time
Your world is changed
Rapid decisions, don’t look back
You’ll never be the same

On the edge of the street sits a boy, a boy that loves to live

  He fights and yells and screams and cries to find out who he is

The mind has crumbled down, paid with his soul the cost

A touch of freedom on his lips, only to turn black

The cost of death, the price of life, a heart once whole is cracked
(c) 2005 CJG

I remember a time when everything was mine
My life was laid out, and direction taken
Then one day it disappeared and has not been seen since
I am at a place now that I have not been in a long time
Only now I am here with freedom
The only thing holding me back is me
I am slowly beginning to see that there is so very much more
than what I once thought possible
I feel intimidated yet very powerful at the same time
This place is not where I intended to end up
The longer I live, the more that I see
life is only as good as you make it
only as bad as you allow it to get
your strength and drive are what determines your future
integrity is earned, never given
nothing could replace what has been taken from me
If I could turn it all around again, I would not
For the struggle has shaped me into the person I am
Yesterday, right now, and tomorrow
As for today, I truly feel that there is nothing I cannot overcome
(c)2006 CJG