my mirror always lies
or maybe it's the brutal truth
and I just don't know it

my bed doesn't hold me anymore
my pillows are like stone
tears leaking from me
staining the sheets
like a new born ******

the map in my head
no longer has an "x"
which was how I could find you

the beautiful creation
the masterpiece of us
now just a distant heartache
and
the rumors of my death
were started by me

I have been freed
or so they tell me...

Love isn't something
That grows on a tree
You can't buy it
But it isn't free

It can come
At a high cost
But without it
We'd be lost

You're not going to find it
On a shelf in a store
Won't be lying
There on the floor

Isn't going to be
In any book
Not something
You can cook

Coming to you
In many ways
It'll find you
One of these days

And when it does
Don't push it away
Let it fill your heart
And it'll be here to stay

It's too hot
I can't stand this heat
The pavement on fire
It's burning my feet
The sun is relentless
Never seeming to yield
Skin is so burnt
Needing to be peeled
Under the shade tree
I try to huddle
Getting out of the sun
Before I'm a puddle
It doesn't matter
How much I drink
Eyes are so dry
I can't even blink
I must find a place
Where I can get cool
So I don't start
Acting like a fool
The weather will break
The heat will subside
It sure has been
One hot steamy ride

You used to call me your
"Lily of the Valley"
now I have to buy my own flowers
and put them in the broken vase
that you left behind when you were
through breaking my heart
Now I feel like "ragweed"
just run me over
with the
"lawn mower" of your deceit
I hope you run out of gas soon
my roots can't take it much longer