It really hurts to say this, yes it does, but after a while Love just aint enough,

A world so nice, simple and secure was way to good to be true, an unlifted kindred spirit took off at first call, it escaped, it saw something that we couldnt see, Or refuse to see, The great warning.

You lashed out at me after you cheated, the reason was because i didnt tell you i knew,

You spoke to your Ex as if you were lovers never parted,

We seperate and you run to the normalcy, that of famiiar value but see your valuables where not ever too clear.

The one’s who hold you dear back in your old familiar place only wants one thing that you’ll happily give.

See your a broken spirit that reaches to the core of some thing good, something beautiful and turn in into something UGLY.

it soon fades into the back ground, oh the wars you start but can not complete, the IdiotOlogy that you pose

and yet thinks that this worlds is so simple.

You tranformed from the love of  love into the Un-Wanted love, you drove me to a place i thought i’d never be.

I’m staring at this maple trying to figure out what this love has done to me, my friends dont even notice me, not even my family .... ( YOU ) YOU!!!!!!!! Did this to me  

Much like a headles horsman you left me with no direction, see future faded black, the present fades to gray.

Poison moving thru my vain, Dugs like crack –co– cain i overdosed on you!!! Now aint that a damn shame!

Flash back the emergencey room, crying for help but i can not hurt you even thou you hurt me, the emergencey room where i cant recognize mysel, this E K G machine beeps loud and louder it beeps a sound of dying Love, Heart, Lungs Dying Love.....

ManicDepressive thats what you are, a minipulater to the core a lyer a cheat and above all else a Murderer of sorts VICTIM NUMBER 1, MY lOVE for you ......

Dead like a tornato of 90's storms past, Lost like a Mic Rommney election, Buried much like the tomb of Pop John Paul 2nd... irritated by the mass of persona’s you portray to those who whare Rose Clolored classes

you foolish child....

Another ask for my hand and says that they to could cure me from the pain you caused, do you have medicine for this poison of oak that led me to believe it was a maple tree? The answer was.. All you need is me, im your healing today, Tomorrow for forever more.......

Couldnt be, i think to self as i fold my mind into a small box, witch it doesnt fit, so i adjust the classes that i do not wear and imagine for the first time life without you .....

Life with a sigh of relieve no ex’es in this picture frame, no side line hoe’s or friends with special services that are fit for the husband ( me) yet you keep along these Proletariat person of dis-course...

mY HEART BEATS AGAIN AFTER THE REALIZATION OF A NO MAN’S LAND ONLY EXIST IN YOUR THOUGHTLESS BABLE, that this too can be change and rearranged even if you go get loose with those noughty Texans

To over come is just that, to over come, So let it be, so let it be, But witch will it be? THIS  Force racess in me .......still.......