Trying to Believe
I lie to myself all the time now
a fool who thinks you're still mine
Though your sweet love is absent
and inside...your heart is blind
I can't face the fact that you've left me
though your body lies beside me in bed
You're still here in warm, living flesh
but your love is all vacuous and dead
It shouldn't be like this at all, Love
our love should be vibrant and strong
But like hot-oil mixed with ice water
it appears our love-mix is all wrong
It was so explosive in its genesis
loving by day and by night
I really knew it was true love
it felt so good and so right
But then your love began to weaken
a gaping hole shattered our little love boat
Darkened floodwaters quickly rushed in
and choked off all of my hope
So I ponder and lie to myself
throughout the day and the long, cold nights
Held captive by an illusion you still love me
trying to believe it's all still right
© 1999 Mike Diaz (All rights reserved)
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