if I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
what it's like when you're shattered,
Standing in the lurch at a church
Oh my God, that stop, she stood him up
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright, and gay
Looking forward to, but wouldn't do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Talk about God and His mercy
An d if He really does exist
I truly am indeed alone again,
that there are more hearts
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I cried when my father died,
never wishing to have cried the tears.
my mother got rest her soul.
Couldn't understand why the only man
with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, alone again,