CRY ME A RIVER

Written by: Stephen Aniobi

Cry me a river,

And let the divers wait,

I can’t wait any more, for failing liver,

This might end up with regret,

 

Cry me a river, rich boy,

And let the poor girl sleep,

Spread wide your mouth for oil,

And force yourself for her dead lip,

 

Cry me a river,

And let death be the winner,

Fighting it will only give you fever,

Asking questions makes you a sinner,

 

Cry me a river, rich boy,

And let go of your entourage,

You bit yourself up; I don’t want to be a foil,

You have to grow up and have courage.

 

Cry me a river,

And let the undertakers do their work,

Say farewell and shake this off your shoulder,

Shriek; until you see it’s not your fault.