foxyfrenzee

Your lips are what killed me. Your touch makes me cold. Now your child inside me, you may never hold. Now he is seven, with hair dark like yours. He wants to be strong like you were before. Before you left us cold and alone. Other men want me but for you I am stone. Your son, he wants his daddy back home. He wants back his family, to love and to hold. Oh, please wont you come back to your son you must hold But now its to late. For my skin has grown cold.

While Im waiting in the rain Hoping you may come again Listening to the sound of the cars going by, I think of the memories you left behind

Sing me a song a song of love So I will remember you and me Sing me a song a Song of hope so you will know the hope i have that you will come for me sing me a song a song that lasts Because i need this pain to pass.