I'm sorry for letting you down,
I have been nowhere to be found.
Making promises I know I can't keep
worrying you sick, making it difficult for you to sleep
When you call, usually I am home;
but I've been so depressed who cares about the phone
Sad but true, feeling like I've fallen far from heavenly grace
to ashamed to show my tear stricken face,
God loves me this I know
but these new meds got me feelin like....SO!
My so called sweet heart preferrs someone else
give him his refund; and put me back on the shelf.
Feeling unwanted, stained and blue
Who'd want something dirty?
not me, how about you?