Stella

I have no need of you, stepping off this train, that much is certain, hate my face like stone, to see anyone going away, but you made me strong, I haven't got a clue, how it will go today, being in black is new, you arranged the loans, introduced me to snow flakes, then said nothing's wrong, now look what’s due, my voice flares and fades, this really is your issue, when I used to moan, you tried and have erase, everything I called a home, will they wail the blues, gathered here this way, truth is a bitter fruit. I cry just the same.