The Myth of You and Me

Sometimes when the only love you've ever known dies it's hard to believe if you'll ever love again.

 
The silence inside me solidifies
until I can't feel at all
I hide disappointment behind a disguise
the mask of a porceline doll
 
Like a dried up rose, withered
petals falling from a vine
the world will never be what it was
just a memory in my mind
 
Love seems like a myth, like a fairytale
that we believe when we are young
We believed in childhood illusions
but there is no "mythical one"
 
We spend our whole life searching
for something that isnt there
in life it can never be
though I've danced in an angel's lair
 
 
If so called love has a price
then I have nothing left to give
Cuz I've seen love die too many times
when it deserved to live
 
The world is full of weeping
more than you can understand
The truth is that I'm corrupted
I'll never see with virgin eyes again
 
I dont need a happy ending
or someone who simply understands
I am beautifully broken
as my heart disintigrates to sand
 
 
I've come to accept life for what it is
Disenchanted I can see
There is no such thing as a soulmate
There's only the myth of you and me...