Playing the game Solitaire
On this monotonous Friday morning
“Why doesn’t he care?”
I ponder with tears falling…dropping
Alone, I’m playing this game
Alone, I’m putting hearts on his name
“There’s really one thing I’m missing”
I ponder with tears falling…dropping
Playing Solitaire makes me hopeless
His presence I badly need
Tears fell as my heart confess
“I was with him, the last time I did”
That memory bothers me so
Why did I ever let him go?
“Pieces of my heart keep on breaking”
I ponder with tears falling…dropping
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