For you
ahh your trying to pull the wool over my eyes again
but you have spun so many lies that there is no more wool to cover them
heart so blinded by what could be, that we forget weather or not it should be
and in the midst of all the confusion, the great illusion of love
dangle’s like chocolate on a rope to high
that reaching for it, is as hopeless as reaching for a star in the sky
and crying for it, is as hopeless as rain in the desert
it will not fuel growth or mend or cure the pain
you will wake up tomorrow and still feel the same…
don’t cry, don’t sigh, his lies will still be lies no matter what you choose,
and no matter which way you try and get your head around it,
he is not the one for you.
