He sits alone on a bar stool
sipping on a drink in a filthy place
songs over played of love and hurt

Next to him is an old man
telling stories of forgotten times
and past loves and a short skirt

For he cant seem to get her out of his mind
he roams his fingers in his hair
drowns himself in whiskey and beer

The fowl stench of perfume fills the air
looks around to see if she stepped in
repeated words where did we go wrong my dear?

Her voice whispers in his head
everything he sees reminds him of her
even the softness of her touch

Favorite past times are just a memory
another lost soul in a dingy place like this
telling himself he needs her so much

How did we end up like this he asks himself
looks at a woman with flowing brown hair
for a split second he thought it was her

A smile came and gone so quickly
holding a single rose
ordering another bottle of liqueur

Holding a picture just to take another glance
says a prayer for his only love
as he sits alone sipping on his drink.

Careless and reckless
the more you became
you are still you
but not the same

No regards for others
no sympathy or care
yet you wonder why
no one is ever there

You become cruel
and truly that's a shame
pushed everyone away
only have yourself to blame

Tried to help you to be there
all you did was work against me
my friend have no time
for your games don't you see

It's all or nothing this is your choice
run and hide or step to the plate
or this game you play
can end in stale mate

Rid of these hateful acts
it's just a false wall
let your true self shine
and let the persona fall

I can help you and be your friend
but to be honest and fair
you have to make the first move
if you want me to be there

She will drink more than she should again
get a little wasted
get a little crazy
even have a one night stand

tomorrow will be another day
but she really doesn't care
she is a groupie
for a fallen heavy metal band

who knows what will become of little miss
strung out on drugs
having no self respect or self control
she has become every mans *****

what she will do for a good time
is what the guys say
her eyes are black, arms full of holes
she'll be asking and begging for some more

little miss who had a dream
of making it big on the silver screen
she wanted to be a star
only to be a guys favorite lay

they feed her hungry appitite
of *** and drugs
they pawn her off to strange men
this is the price she will have to pay

years go by she looks and reflects
in the mirror there was a beautiful girl
now only to see a wasteland of a temple
a woman half way in the grave

perfect young teen who had it made
she had parents who gave her the world
had her friends who wasn't so good
it all began when they took her to a rave.

To him it's just another typical night
it's beautiful weather
for another lovely street fight.

For him this is just a job
throwing punches and
being surrounded by a mob.

No rules, no refs, no bell
gotta be smart and cunning
how this night will turnout
no one can tell.

All bets are in; no holds bar
many unhealed wounds
he remembers every scar.

No weapons brought here
just him and another man
having no worries, having no fear.

His only weapon is his hands
no music being played
no manager, no fans.

Using everything he has learned
skill, and street smarts
his opponent being caught
with a right as he turned.

With his weight and with all his might
swings the final blow
he knows he just won this fight

No medals or victory crown
no hurrays or cheers
just two guys worn down.

Fleeing the scene of midnight brawl
he walks away with his pay
the other slowly coming to a crawl.

Many preserved memories
places hidden tucked away
unforgettable loves we once had
the heart is like unread diaries

People come and go so swiftly
names are barely mentioned
untold confessions never surface
pictures placed so neatly

Crimes of passion never told
secrets not spoken of
stories that are whispered
these moments we can only hold

A strangers heart is a deep abyss
for we are one in the same
it holds powerful feelings
yearning what it once miss

Freely without reservation
give to be broken
receive to be whole
lives for ones attention

It bleeds crimson tears
beats with love
knows no boundaries
having very few fears

Hello is a good place to start
maybe in time we can share
in a place where we want to be
in each others strange heart.

As I sit and wonder if he will ever see my soul
knowing he is in love with another
that I know will never love him like he should
for I know I  can love him better ten times fold

She treats him good on the wire
she tells him everything he wants to hear
but he will know what is in store for him till
its too late
when his heart gets set on fire

I tried to be the one who to love him and show him I'm there
expressed myself in more ways than one
all most nearly a year goes by
but all it did was get me nowhere

He is everything I ever imagined to be
for she will break his heart in two
and I'm still  the one who is left to care
can't he see who truly loves him? Its me!!

I feel he is my best friend that I can confide
***** little secrets between us
and all the ***** little lies
I cant make him love me but,  all I can do is try

Maybe in time when its all passed over
maybe then he will look my way
but till that day comes I will always be in love with him
sitting,  waiting for him in the patch of clover.

As the story begins he wasn't in love with me.
feeling very small and insignificant as a humanly
as can I possibly feel.

How it can ache in places that you never
knew had inside you. It doesn't mater how many
glasses of wine you drink with your girlfriends

You still going over every detail wondering what
you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood
and what in the world what was I thinking of

For that brief moment I cant believe I was that happy
and the worst of it all you convince yourself
he will see my beautiful soul and show up at my door

After all that he makes the decission to move on to
someone new. for that split second he makes
you feel worth while all over again

then you try to pick up the little pieces of
your soul hoping they will come flying back
to make you feel good and come alive.

you still end up going to bed going over
every moment of your life that you have
wasted then the picture eventually begins to fade.