How Could You

How could you do this to me

I gave you every little thing that

I could You had me singing forever

Just like

I knew you would

I refuse to get a grip

Whats the point when life is stripped more than it ever was

Its time to turn a leaf over but

I don’t see any trees or leave

Why set something free with no reason to let it go

It must not be meant to be

How could you do this to me

I gave you every little thing that

I could You had me singing forever

Just like

I knew you would

So you figure you’d stop by

Well I appreciate the push back to a point a

For a few days at least

When you figure it makes a fig out of you and re but

Whats that really mean

It means you should leave

Why set it all free

With no reason to let it go

It must not be meant to be.