Broken Promises
I set up an eveningjust me and you
but you came in, to leave again
with better things to do
I sit alone and wonder
what could be wrong with me
cause everytime I plan something
there's somewhere else you'de rather be
Just once I wish
you'd do the things you say
instead of leaving me alone
and going your own way
It doesnt do me any good
to just sit here and cry
so as long as we're together
I can only wonder "why"
Sharon Allen
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