I can’t live, if living is with her. I can’t give, i can’t give any more.
***
ROFL!!!
Or:
“... now you come to me
with a simple
‘good-bye’.
You tell me you’re leaving,
but you don’t tell me why.
Now we’re here at the station
and you’re getting ooooooooon,
and all I can think of .... is ...
Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone!”
;-)
Good one. How about,
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.
With 4 hungry children and a crop in the field.
I’ve had some bad times and lived through some sad times.
But this time the hurting is real.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.