Why don't you tell me that it's over

Why do you keep this hangin' on

Pack up your bags and run for cover

Say what you mean and see it done



Why don't you cut me loose, you don't need me

Lift up your dress and walk away

There's nothin' left you can say to please me

You're just a dog who's had it's day



You beat around the bush and mumble

About the good old days we had

Your face grows longer as you crumble

You had the good now taste the bad



Let it all hit the fan

Let it all hit the fan



You promised me nothing would change you

More empty words from an empty soul

The same old stories you still cling to

The truth be told you leave me cold

                             

You used to lead the dance and fumble

Howl in the night you could not sleep

You climbed to the top of the hill then tumbled

Too many promises come cheap.





(Manny Charlton)

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