From There She Go
She pack her things, walk to the door,
She pause for a minute, then turn back slow,
She say it's quick, without tune of low
FROM THERE SHE GO
she doesn't cry or say goodbye,
Because she was angry she left me aside,
It's OK and now she's there on a ride,
FROM THERE SHE GO
One day I found a missed call with message on top,
I remember all but I miss non of that,
I wish I could see you now but not meet,
FROM THERE SHE GO
Copyright © Simon Nene | Year Posted 2016
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