What am I to do now you're gone Besides sit here all alone What am I to do now that you don't love me anymore Besides sit here and become rotten to the core What am I do to now that it is you I've lost Besides sit here wanting you back, no matter the cost Baby, I love you, isn't that plain to see? We could've weathered anything, you and me Instead something came between us, what, I still don't understand We fell through the cracks like dirt in a hand "I love you" you say And you're still saying it, to this very day
Another very early poem. Terrible punctuation and forced rhyming. Ugh...