Sweet to Left in the Dark

Listening to you hum that beautiful melody was like a dream.

As I enjoyed the chocolate filled with cream.

There were times we couldn't be together.

I had wished that our relationship had been better.

You acted as though you hadn't been with me,

As if you were free.

It's like that sting from that honeybee.

He leaves me alone in pain when he is in need of nothing.

As he comes when he is in need of something.

In the end I've been left to cry.

Sometimes, like that sweet rose, had to wilt and die. . . .