Tired of all the secrets,
The heartache and the lies
Sick of the "I Love You" notes-
They only signify goodbyes.

Walking through the barren land
That is my hollow soul
Searching for some kind of cure
For the ache I can't control.

It's the note the blind will write
When they don't want to see.
It's the image in our minds
That eats at sanity.

Of broken homes and stolen hearts
And spirits torn in two.
And dreamless dreamers in distress;
They cry for me and you.

02/17/2005