Damn this life of pain and suffering May 1st, 2006

I have walked through life with blind eyes,

I have seen the shadows of the dead instead,

The ones who died from a disease,

A disease of the broken heart.

I was not born like this,

I was once pure, and innocent.

Then she came, I felt love, then she died,

As quickly as love came, depression ripped it from my soul.

Can you imagine giving your soul up for person to be happy?

I can no longer feel the living, the breathing, the love....

I have become heartless, and I can recall the day it happened.

It happened so quickly and without warning.

The phone rings, "Hello"

"Beth was found hanging from the ceiling this morning."

I could not believe it, the phone falls to the ground.

The world went black instantly, instantly, instantly!

Then the dead with broken hearts came one by one.

"Come with me" They said, " I will show you the way."

I believed they could help me, with my pain and suffering.

I believed everything they said. Happiness filled needles hung from my arms.

Then after many years had passed, I woke up.

I opened my eyes and realized, I am still alive.

What would the dead with broken hearts know about life,

They no longer live it, I can find love again, and it is not in a needle.

It is not in a bottle, It is in the eyes of a woman,

I have searched long and hard for this woman, One Day, One Day,

I know she will find me, til that day, I have to wear these sunglasses,

They shield me from the dead with broken hearts,

I just wish I could wear some earplugs,

The dead never shut up about the long lost loves that died away!!!!