Too Late Come Early

Done wrote A many a sad song Never ever Thought I'd be singing Those same sad tunes Darling you swept me off my feet But I broke the handle Of your broom There wasn't any cussing No fussing Shooting stabbing Or cutting But like a fool I chose to go and break it up Thought I should Swallow a half gallon of pride Said everything but didn't say enough I then let the truth be raped by a lie This didn't help the effort Still I wanted to make up Baby...... I know you was some kinda down But there is no compound For a scar of trust On the face of love!!! I found out Just about when I should've been getting lost in The Sweetest Deepness Of she........