One Pound of The Gavel by Richard Maxfield 2-1-2000 as the sun streaks across our empty bed pain and memories of love now dead through lies, selfishness and things untold you killed our love, turned young to old broken by cheats, strangers in the night knowing it was wrong it was not right I know you to well you cant hide I sense the pain, the tears inside there is sadness in your eye but to proud to stubborn to cry you think what you have done I could not forgive no way to fix it no way to live there was a time there was a chance to reunite love, ignite romance you walked away not willing to try left me standing alone, to hurt and cry the pictures have been taken down off the wall I have changed my number so you cant call in the corner with your knees in your chest alone in the darkness you know I did my best until death do us part that’s what you said with one pound of the gavel our marriage is dead was the fantasy worth lousing all we had years of happiness, good to bad copyright # RM99R4
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