Nobody's gonna love you the way I loved you.At times I couldn't stand it.I used to think of you.I'd think, Deborah lives.She's out there. She exists.And that would get me through it all.
Like the shifting sands of politics, our marriage after a whirlwind romance ended up unhappily ever after. The time we had was forgotten and the way we were was forgiven. Notwithstanding sugar pills and sleeping pills, without you I felt insecure. Would you, bethought I, make a mental note of those spats and harangues were you over the hill.