TEARS ON MY PILLOW


Suzan Stanford
I can’t say a word
You left to World
I thought I can afford
I am now getting old, with tears on my pillow.

I wish you could forgive
And let our love live
I could always behave
Bang with you on pave
I am no longer brave, but I shed tears on my pillow.

This life is meaningless
And now I confess
You left dress less
And walk out fearless
I thought I was the best, but I had tears on my pillow.

Please baby let’s forget
And cherish our marriage template
With silver ring on the plate
And first-rate music from trumpet
Ooh God can’t wait her back, and stop shed tears on my pillow.

I can’t wipe, I can’t cry, I can’t afford to hold tears flowing on my pillow!

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