With You.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

With You.

I’m a single part of a broken man,
The part that wants to die,
The part I never was when we held hands,
But then I guess I tho’t you were mine,
With bits and pieces of you in my mind,
I subconsciously torture my soul,
And all this time I’m asking why,
When I knew you had treated me cold,

Baby, you tear me up,
Maybe I care too much,
But I guess I ran out of luck,
When it came to love,
When I came to give my love to you,
Now I guess I’m thru',

I feel like a brand new baby with a broken toy,
All I want to do is cry,
But knowing it would bring no joy,
I keep my tears inside,
Everyone sounds the same anymore,
They tell me give up that girl,
And I hate them as never before,
I don’t want to lose my world,

Baby, you tear me up,
Maybe I care too much,
But I guess I ran out of luck,
When it came to love,
When I came to give my love to you,
Now I guess I’m thru',

You told me to find someone else,
Well, that hurt me like you’ll never know,
But I guess I should blame myself,
I should’ve never let my feelings show,
‘Cos as soon as I did you had it all,
Something I could never do,
And you loved every moment you watched me fall,
But I still fell in love with you,

Baby, you tear me up,
Maybe I care too much,
But I guess I ran out of luck,
When it came to love,
When I came to give my love to you,
Now I guess I’m thru',

Am I ever thru',
With you.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.