It is so easy,
to think all is well-
deep in the jungle
of the man that is...
deceived in self
I made me beleive,
again and again-
by lying to me.
I painted the picture,
so rosey and bright
no troubles there
were, but we always fight,
who's in control
Not I,
not I
by lying to me.
Love was the answer,
denied once agin-
alone in this room,
I think
and con
and beg
and plead,
and in the end-
still lying to me.
It isn't love,
so much as a friend-
to tell me the truth
what they see I am,
the maybes and someday
I'm sure will come,
its all in the dreams-
and still lying to me.

Hey S (((((((((((((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))