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