I Don’t Love You Anymore
I went to see her just this morningTo see how the child might beShe sat there smokin all my cigarettesAt a table set for threeI could’ve criedI could’ve cried…When she said I don’t love you anymoreI was slain and shown the doorAin’t no room here anymorePlease don’t look to me… Read More »I Don’t Love You Anymore























