You Have No Right

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.