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| All is well in hell You know I've written a zillion lines about you died a thousand slow deaths the past six months cried out your name with the night and day pain searched to find all of your needs and wants I've told friend and foe alike about you, as they asked what's wrong a million times, they must have seen through my happy face and with a missing heart more than I care to admit, I've asked God to take me from this place I've stood strong and battled long have waited on love to get back to me resisted others potions of poison that they said would help set me free I've spoken to your mother said no to some others searched every place for your face to no avail craved morphine,taken Dexedrine chased the rest with Jack Daniels, they all have served me to fail Maybe someday you'll realize I fought with all my might I tried everything to regather a will to live just for me, on a prayer that I might shine again I've exhausted the end I've managed to pretend that all is well in hell...hope your happy Copyright �2001 Dennis Hicks |
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