I ran out of tears. I ran out of pain. I ran out of love. I ran out of hope. I ran out of desire. I ran out of passion. I ran out of dreams. I ran out of me.
I took the risk. You to leave with all of my riches. This one warm side of this queen bed. king? King?
It would be easier to drink this here rum, lay hopelessly in the night shade, replay Keith Urban - Tonight I Wanna Cry, while tears flow like a quiet stream.
Go to school. Get a degree. Graduate. Get a job. Work 9-5/M-F. Get a husband. Have his babies. Work & take care of him, home, and kids, for the rest of your life. Die woman.