I remember the times we used to lay
with only white linen between us
our bodies sliding between us
now your eyes begin to fade
i remember the things you used to say
that there was little left between us
and even less was there to keep us
from falling far away
all those times we slept in my bed
the sweet love we made in my bed
and the secrets we used to share
you leave now without a care
what i wanted was to hear you say
there was still something sweet between us
but the spark was gone between us
and now i can't stay.
This pain is not gentle, neither were you
even when I said that it wasn't my fault.
I do question some of the things you do,
I didn't want you to put your life on halt.
So I go back to work to stop thinking,
but it is hard when you had a mother
who sang lullubies while she was drinking.
But then you were not like any other,
cuz you didn't keep me confined in the house,
you did not stop me from having my friends,
didn't use my lunch money for a new blouse,
and you always wanted to own a Benz.
So I am not mad that you went your way,
long as you remember to come back someday.
