There’s a drought in her heart
Oh, the passion is dying
She’s tired of the many times
He has left her crying
He asks her:
babe, what can I do to make you stay,
He feels his heart breaking
as she’s walking away
She said:
what you’re asking
is too little, too late
I’ve given you several chances
long before today
& you couldn’t be bothered,
I’ve had enough of the pain
I hate that it has to end this way
By: J.N.R Dutton
