Cry Me a River
I am not the giver,
am not a diva.
Can't get you high,
can't even give you a fever.
When you are wet, I can't get you dry
When there is heat, I can't give no quiver.
Can't make you die, can't make you fly.
Ain't even got the liver.
Your whining, your tears, your complaints.
Your pining , your fears, your disdains.
Though strongly panelled,
But wrongly channeled.
There is a man upstairs
Our whole burdens he bears
Whenever you see me do those things
It is he in Me that wove those strings.
The curtains are ripped asunder
Now we can access him like no other
What is the need of a middle man
When there is no more a riddle man?
snug up to him, he won't lie
Draw nigh, open eyed and quote "i"
He made us, ordained us
And he is responsible for us.
So when next you decide to turn the heat on me.
Am a just sit back and Fry me a pizza
While you hit hard and Cry me a river.
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