Who Cares

Such a sad, same old story
withered fight for love and glory
giving up or giving in
living or dying
does it end
or simply
never begin?

Oh it was a wonderful time
left for what it's worth
within this rhyme
gift or crime
music chime...

...


I used to lay awake and write my heart out
I'd pour my heart out
I'd tear my heart out
. .. .. .. ..

With a longing, yearning, burning hung-desire
my heart's desire
my heart on fire
. .. .. .. ..

and melodies of love would fill my head
and endless words of love would fill my bed
and she would sleep beside me peacefully
and I'd wish she'd awaken to know me

but she never read the words
all the songs she never heard
I would leave them everywhere
but it seemed she didn't care

why she never read the words
seemed to me to be absurd
even though I was always there
it seemed my heart could disappear

she stayed out there
she would not share
I was right here
. .. .. .. ..

all the intimacies
that make intensities
emotional meaningful lifetimes
where left to live within my rhymes

all the passions remained
on the physical planes
and I was left to wonder why
we could communicate like this
but she wouldn't even try

so I left the words behind
my heart lied
my heart died

and I kept it all inside
but I tried
how I tried

to live her way
what can I say
I wonder what her life is like today...


some people are afraid of words I guess
they have other ways to express their happiness
maybe that was all there was to it in the end
in the end
in the end
in the end...


why she never read the words
all the songs she never heard
I would leave them everywhere
but it seemed she didn't care

why she never read the words
seemed to me to be absurd
even though I was always there
it seemed my heart could disappear

so I did.

.....

now I live within the words
all the songs you never heard
I still leave them everywhere
for anyone who cares

now I love within the words
and it may seem so absurd
but I was still always there
right now
right here....... .. .... . .......... ......... . ......