If You Loved me

IF YOU LOVED ME – Written by Carroll Bryant

It was early in the morning when I
Cut myself shaving and I
Didn’t even feel it
For my only thought was on you

Yes I’m flimsy with my feelings
At times I tend to forget
That you’re with me
That you left me
And the pain will get to me yet

Give it time I tell myself
In time she will regret

If you loved me you would tell me
You would save me from this hell
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
If you loved me you wouldn’t leave me
You would take me by the hand
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
You know you can’t

It was easy in the evening when I
Drank myself silly and I
Passed out forever
Waking up again to believe

Yes I’m lonely with my feelings
At times I tend to expect
That you’ll hear me
That you hate me
And the truth will get to me yet

Give it time I tell myself
In time she will regret

If you loved me you would tell me
You would save me from this hell
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
If you loved me you wouldn’t leave me
You would take me by the hand
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
You know you can’t

This dizzy world keeps getting me down
My weakest moment is right about now
I fall to pieces at the thought
I crawl to save myself from you

From me

If you loved me you would bring me
You would offer me some help
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
If you loved me you wouldn’t break me
You would finally take a stand
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
You know you can’t

If you loved me you would tell me
You would save me from this hell
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
If you loved me you wouldn’t leave me
You would take me by the hand
But you didn’t
And you’ll never
No, you never will
You know you can’t

The Looking Glass

THE LOOKING GLASS – Written by Carroll Bryant

(Dedicated to the Goodreads bullies)

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is that image I just saw?
T’was a shadows glimpse that I did see
Looked again and it was me

A fallowed sport so proper and fine
Fearful chills up and down thy spine
To whom considers ones dirty deeds?
Self absorbed in ones own greed

A hammers claw so sharp a touch
Without a thought he sought as much
Glaring at a great divide
Foretells a tale his eyes met mine

No word spoken is no word heard
Stroking keys aspire to hurt
Raging hate swirls in pain
Spreading lies and calling names

To what so glimmers like a star
Gives you the right to rip apart
Dreams so scattered and scathed they lay
Careers forsaken in the slay

Holier than thou they sit amused
Preying on all the confused
Not a care to what they done
Now we watch them as they run

Pulled into their wicked show
Rumors dance amid their glow
Smiles burn all else to ash
Welcome to the looking glass

Emotional death by homicide
Hearts come hither love suicide
Extend the arm of one sad bully
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Mr. Tom Foolery

Beauty (Eye of the Beholder)

BEAUTY ( EYE OF THE BEHOLDER ) – Written by Carroll Bryant

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes can only behold you
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes can only behold you

Love is a game in which you just can’t win
Yet every time you lose, you play again and again

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes can only behold you
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes can only behold you

Don’t try and sell me on “there’s other fish in the sea”
I don’t want to hear it
No, I don’t want to hear it
And don’t try and tell me that you’re not what I need
I already know it
Too many times you’ve showed it
But beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes can only behold you

Don’t try and take me to places you don’t want to go
I’m not going to do it
To hell with it, screw it
And don’t try and make me buy tickets to a one man show
I’m not going to buy it
So don’t even try it

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes can only behold you
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes can only behold you

Secret Passion

SECRET PASSION – Written by Carroll Bryant

There is a secret that dwells inside my heart
There is a passion for someone who tore me apart
In any minute my mind will start thinking again
The pain will possess me just like the love once did

It still does

I know I can’t keep living day to day
Still believing this way
In any minute I will be … you will be gone

Any second now I will be crying
I will be searching
In fact, I’ll be dying
Any second now I will be hurting
I will want more as I’m laying on the floor
Waiting for your love

I heard some whispers from voices from outside my window
Someone was saying you still loved me
How will I know?
In any minute I will be frantic again
The rain will condense me like your love once did

But no more

I know I can’t keep living day to day
Still believing this way
In any minute I will be … you will be gone

Any second now I will be crying
I will be searching
In fact, I’ll be dying
Any second now I will be hurting
I will want more as I’m laying on the floor
Waiting for your love

Do you still believe?
I do – we both do
I’m waiting for your love
I have a secret
I have a passion
The pain will possess me just like your love once did

Still does

I know I can’t keep living day to day
Still believing this way
In any minute I will be … you will be gone

Any second now I will be crying
I will be searching
In fact, I’ll be dying
Any second now I will be hurting
I will want more as I’m laying on the floor
Waiting for your love

I have a secret
I have a passion

Sick Cookie

SICK COOKIE – Written by Carroll Bryant

Well, I’m the kind of guy who
Likes only what he finds now
Something that blows my mind is
Nothing less than a ten

I like the kind of girl who
Takes me all around the world and
Satisfies me like, for sure then
Let’s me put it in

You say it’s dangerous
What happened to true love?
There’s nothing better than
Going down and licking up

You’re a sick cookie, she said
All you want is nookie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Looky, looky, looky, she said
You’re a sick cookie
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m hot 4 you baby and
You drive my sex drive crazy
A sweet tasty looking lady
Do you want my tongue?

Why don’t you please me and
Turn around, I fall to my knees then
You pull down those jeans and panties
And I will give you the fun

You claim it’s sensual
But you’re looking for a love
I like it better when
Going down and licking up

You’re a sick cookie, she said
All you want is nookie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Looky, looky, looky, she said
You’re a sick cookie
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I like it better
When I’m using my tongue
There’s nothing better
Than going down and licking it up

You’re a sick cookie, she said
All you want is nookie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Looky, looky, looky, she said
You’re a sick cookie
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Behind Those Eyes

BEHIND THOSE EYES – Written by Carroll Bryant

No show and tell, but what the hell
She seems to have control
On top – a mind
Inside – a heart
And deep within – a soul

She’s too much knowledge from too much college
But she won’t let it show
She’s cleared her table so now she’s able
To break out – and don’t you know

That she hides behind those eyes
Like a star that shines
You know that she is terminal
And she hides it all inside
Like a flagellant child or maybe
Like a criminal

Hot and cold or in between
You know she has no shame
She’ll eat up time
On given nights
Savor the taste of pain

She’s too much lady to go acting crazy
For you to think she’s gone insane
She’ll roll the dice and not think twice
Because she’s a veteran of the game

And she hides behind those eyes
Like a star that shines
You know that she is terminal
And she hides it all inside
Like a flagellant child or maybe
Like a criminal

All of time is a fortress of her golden heart
Too rich to be spoiled
Too poor to play the part

She keeps on smiling
Always hiding
She keeps on smiling
Taking it in
Never to reveal the secret to her grin

And she hides behind those eyes
Like a star that shines
You know that she is terminal
And she hides it all inside
Like a flagellant child or maybe
Like a criminal

L. A. Confessions

L.A. CONFESSIONS – Written by Carroll Bryant

Kiss the girls and make them cry
Give them one last chance to die
The devil wants to dance with an angel tonight

One more time to make a friend
Spread your wings and let him in
The devil wants to lick the wet lust from your skin

L.A. confessions
Love is obsession
Sex is possession
Will you sell your soul tonight?
L.A. confessions

Kiss the girls and break their heart
Rip their innocence apart
The devil wants to sleep with an angel tonight

One more time to thrill again
Spread your dreams to kill and then
The devil wants to lick the red blood from your skin

L.A. confessions
Sin is obsession
Pain is possession
Come and spill your love tonight
L.A. confessions

Have you had enough little run away girl?
Too many want to touch
This is such a guilty world
Seven deadly messengers
Danger, can’t escape
Helpless little run away caught up in the rape
Of L.A. confessions
L.A. obsessions
L.A. possessions
Are you living it up tonight?
L.A. confessions

Kiss the girls and make them cry
Give them one last chance to die
The devil wants to sell an angel tonight

One more wish to make and then
Lips to taste the sweetest sin
The devil wants to lick the wet salt from your skin

L.A. confessions
Sex is obsession
Sin is possession
Are you giving it up tonight?
L.A. confessions

L.A. confessions
Love’s desperation
Pain’s isolation
Can you save your soul tonight?
L.A. confessions