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| Why The Tears ? Come on, it's time to dry those eyes, you've cried long and hard enough. With all the tricks he's pulled on you, you should be made of sterner stuff. He was always so long on promise, yet would come up short on delivery. When he should've made things good for you, he would made your life pure misery. Here you sit by the window looking out, in hopes this sorry ass might appear. With you crying like old man river, he might just be laughing in his beer. Funny, he could say just what he liked, while you had to watch what you said. And he could cut you down or hurt you, saying whatever came into his sorry head. You were expected to stay faithful, and Lord forbid, if your eyes might stray. While he could fool around and worse, and still live to lie again another day. Come on, then, dry those pretty eyes, you've had one royal hell of a cry. Just think of all the bad he's done to you, and you'll see the good, in his goodbye. Roland Ricker copyright 2005 Roland Ricker |
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