I am not yours to beg.
I am not yours to hear you whisper sweet names.
I am not yours to plead with.
I turned my back along time ago.
I said no more I’m done, I know when I am beat.
But then you cam back.
On bended knee
Begging pleading saying oh honey, oh you sweet thing
And my heart crumbled a little bit.
Because I want nothing more than what you’re asking for.
But I am not yours to beg.
So I’m standing up.
Putting my foot down.
Turning my back.
You, my friend, have no right to ask this of me.