When The Well Runs Dry, Who Will Be There To Catch Your Fall?

I don’t thank God for you anymore,

Since you asked me my deepest secrets.

You told me to aspire a little lower.

I don’t thank God for you anymore.

You told me I was the one for you,

And you went with that other boy.

I don’t thank God for you anymore,

Because I told you I love you,

And you said, “Thank you.”

I don’t thank God for you anymore.

I brought you a blue box,

And you returned it for the cash.

I don’t thank god for you anymore.

I realized you aren’t an angel,

Not mine anymore.

I don’t thank God for you anymore.

I don’t thank God anymore.

I don’t thank god.

Thank God,

For you.

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