• I gave you a second chance,
    So am I just a passing glance,
    Or is there something more,
    To this romance?
    I must implore.
    There has to be something more.
    Than a heart of endless sorrow,
    And troubled worry,
    That all I am is just a glance,
    In your eyes,
    And that I won't have a chance,
    When things turn arry,
    So my love,
    I must implore,
    Don't leave me for I am weak,
    So don't let my heart leak,
    All over the floor.