You went away, you promised to write
You never did but you were so contrite
When you said "Who writes letters anymore?"
You just turned around and walked out the door
Well you play me like a fiddle, you know how to strum my strings
They say that life is a riddle and you deal in mysterious things
I gave you so many chances, I offered you diamond rings
But you let me down again
Well you have to hit the bottom in order to see the top
When you can't fall any further, that's when you can stop.
I've operated under this logic and I'm no better off
I guess I've got a little more to fall
I remember the first time just like yesterday.
Were supposed to meet at three o'clock but you never came my way
I guess I'll never keep up with all the stupid games you play
You let me down again
Well it didn't work out like it's supposed to
Plain and simple, we're not together anymore
In this lake of yours, I'm just a ripple
Just a drop of rain among the storm
Well you play me like a fiddle, you know how to strum my strings
They say that life is a riddle and you deal in mysterious things
I gave you so many chances, I offered you diamond rings
But you let me down again
credits
from Marty Boyle,
released July 15, 2014
Marty Boyle - Guitar, vocals
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