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Come What May (Jason M Smith-Lafayette, LA)

I cannot laugh without a sigh
I cannot speak without a lie
Endless moaning in the night
Warns of pain or just delight

Misuse myself in front of you
Just to get your pitty, too
Just to get your pity true
I'd kill myself in front of you

He who comes in the hour of need
Has been to late, lack of speed

I never cared about these things
They're meaningless in all it's sense
I'm just happy I can say
Come what may at the end of the day

You do not love me this must be true
Now you wonder why I am blue
I think you played me yes I do
And now my soul is black and blue

Why have you not talked to me
I don't understand can't you see
That this is torture and agony

If it is over let me know
Because I am ready to leave this show

I really do love you can’t you see
With so much pain its killing me
If you love me tell me true
What am I supposed to do


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