I will play harmonia
Softly and in key
For I know you found it hard
The week was tough
As yr heartache quaked the sorrow
Waiting for him to come
He said he would come last weekend
But never showed
Watched every car that came and went
You hoped to see his face once more
But, by Sunday, you were in tears
He didn’t even phone
I called him for you
And all I got was a voice saying
That the number was not in service
Then, I knew as I always did
Another phoney you fell for
So, I will play you a song
To help you forget the diamonds, he promised
As he left you heart broken
And I hate to see you cry
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A painful tale of betrayal, well penned.
Heartbreak makes one distrustful of boastful fake people. 🩷