Journey

In this time and in this place,
Too me one thing is apparent,
When I wake up I see your face,
And I really wish I didn't.

Why am I tortured So,
To see the face of pain,
To see the misshapen lies of love,
Why am I tortured so?

Life goes on,
Easily said,
This isn't over,
But I'm already dead.

Betrayed, Stayed, And through it all I have one thing to show,
Love, Lost, one thing I know,
Better to love and lost then never to have love at all,
Has some exceptions.

But that's life and life goes on,
Hurry up the bus is leaving,
For got your wallet so your left behind,
At least your not alone.

Everything is as it should be,
I'm not complaining,
I suppose I wouldn't change a thing,
But I still wish you hadn't done that to me.

By Matthew Guitor