Category: Songs

      Tragic Love

Lately I’ve been thinking about things that aren’t right.

About the way we argue. Then break up for a night.

Sometimes it’s a week or more. Then you’ll come on back.

It’s always the same. You’re not to blame for all of that.

No matter what you say or do. It will always be me.

Obviously, I’m not to blame. But, that’s not what you see.

Things get turned around. It’s always me to blame.

It’s not ever your fault. Even when it’s been the same.

But I must say all in all

It’s been a good life after all.

Despite all the fights and pain.

When things are going good.

And you treat me like you should.

It’s better than  any other game.

I like to think about the good times that we had.

The times we spent together were really rad.

I was into you and you were into me.

We were a perfect pair, people could easily see.

We were seen together all over town.

Often with family and friends around.

Wrapped in each other’s arms all evening.

We saw eye to eye on most everything.

But, I must say all in all.

It’s been a good life after all.

Despite the fights and pain.

When things are going good.

And I treat you like I should.

It’s better than any other game.

The game is coming to an end.

I don’t know where I should begin.

The arguments and fights have taken their toll.

It hurts my heart much more than you know.

I can’t go on this way. There’s nothing left to say.

This crazy game I can’t continue to play.

I have to end it, though it will break my heart.

There will be no joy until we finally part.

But, I must say all in all.

It was a good life after all.

Despite the fights and pain.

If I end it like I should.

Will it come to any good?

There’s  got to be a better game.————-R. W. Johnson.—–(2012)

Bittersweet To The End

Don’t snuggle up close by my side.

Don’t kiss and massage my hide.

Don’t say you’ll always be there.

Don’t run your fingers through my hair.

Because in the morning you’ll be gone.

You’ll say that you have to run along.

All will be like it never was.

If I ask why you’ll say “Just because.”

It’s happened so many times now.

It’s just routine to you somehow.

You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.

Like you planned it from the start.

You say you would never do that.

How  about the times you’ve left me flat?

To you I think it’s all a game.

To me it all seems so insane.

Yet, I’m insane to want you back.

You act as if you haven’t a care.

You say you love me but, I declare.

It’s time for me to watch my heart.

Cause you’re about to tear it apart.

You’ll be as sweet as you can be.

Then, without a word you’ll leave me.

I do nothing to bring it on.

I look around & then you’re gone.

My heart is a rubber ball kicked around.

At your desire, I have found.

You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.

Like you’ve planned it from the start.

You say you would never do that.

How about the times you’ve left me flat?

To you I think it’s all a game.

To me it all seems so insane.

Yet, I’m insane to want you back.

The heart can only take so much.

There’s a limit to your touch.

The emotional strain can make me snap.

PTSD is similar to all this crap.

I may snap and go berserk.

I can only take so much hurt.

When I snap you’d best beware.

By then I will no longer care.

The nightmare will finally end then.

Bittersweet to the very end.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

      Too Busy To Smell The Roses

I came home tired after another grueling day.

No wife to meet me saying she wanted to play.

Where could she have gone today?

Maybe to another who has more time to play?

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months and months.

My wife comes home & says she was shopping.

She doesn’t come in with anything. She’s not talking.

I flop down with the remote and my paper.

Go through the motions of watching the Lakers.

After dinner I suggest a movie.

Of course, the answer is anything but groovy.

She’s too tired from being out all day.

What she was doing she just would not say.

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home, no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months & months.

I mention I have a vacation coming soon.

I say I can get three weeks off in June.

she just grunts, but doesn’t respond.

The silence that follows just cannot go on.

“What has happened to us?” I lament.

“This is not how marriage was meant!”

“What happened to the fire & desire?”

“I feel I’m walking on a tightrope wire.”

I want to tell you life is getting me down.

I feel more like a doormat than a clown.

At work, my life is a living hell.

At home, no one is here to ring my bell.

I try my best on all the fronts.

I haven’t been happy for months & months.

“You’re not the same’, she suddenly said.

“You’re always busy trying to get ahead.”

“My love for you died, mostly from neglect.”

“Someone else now has my love & respect.”

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)