The Plea
Today, I found a letter from you darlin'
You wrote that you don't love me anymore
You placed it on the table in the hallway
Then you left and didn't even close the door
I didn't know you were thinking about leaving
I should've seen the writing on the wall
There's a cold, bitter emptiness in this house
And I keep waiting by the phone for you to call
Tonight, I'll drown your memory in a bottle
Whiskey helps my mind to ease the pain
In the morning, heartache soon will find me
And your memory will haunt me once again
Please come back and let's start all over
If you loved me, please give us one more try
I can be the man you always needed me to be
Please, don't let this be your last goodbye
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