Piece of Mind - සමනල් සටහන්

all this talk about hearts and dreams
all this love buisness makes me think
well maybe you still believe in fairytales
but I got a story to tell
one that hits closer to home
and makes you believe in hell

I know a little princess
well she ain't so little no more
but she used to live in a magic castle
and plan her future with her prince
sugar coated candy dreams
but the further on she went
she got a real taste of this life
and now she can't forget

when I think of love
I think of the beauty in this world
where would we ever end up
if those four letters didnt exist
imagine complete happiness
no not the happy you can buy
but the happy you feel in your heart
when you know that you're needed -
but what happens when it ends?

when I think of love
I think of death - yes I said death

I see a girl sitting on the floor crying
shaking with each heart wrenching sob
trembling like a leaf in the storm
choking on her own breath
her 'love' sleeps on the bed next to her
but he's oblivious and she's alone

I hear her on the phone
she's talking to a friend
the friend says "girl get a grip!
you gotta leave it now babe,
its about time this ends"
and so it goes from friend to friend
but none of them can help
cause no one knows except her heart
how much it hurts in the end

I see her walking on the street
weaving her way through traffic
horns blaring as they just miss
running her over by an inch
I see her waiting for the train
as she has countless times before
but this time she gets an unearthly urge
to jump into those electric tracks
she gives herself a mental kick
and wonders what's going on in her head

I've seen the things that love can do
I've seen the best of it and the worst
and the once upon not so long ago
memories are still fresh in my mind
and I wonder if the pain ever really fades
and I wonder can a shattered heart
learn to trust again

when I think of love
I see a girl lying awake night after night
wondering where he is and with whom
and I see him trying to distract himself in vain
trying hard not to think about
whether or not she's true
when I think of love
I think of innocence lost
broken trust and hearts full of pain
and I wonder is it worth it?

© 2008 O. Hansamalee

[edited the original for personal reasons: 23/04/2008]