Whenever I Cry Again

By Shericka Murphy

Without the way you treated me

I don't know where I would be

I don't know just what I'd do

Without the treatment that came from you

I don't think that I would have to fight

I think that I would be alright--

I think that I could make it out

I think I'd know what love was about

I mean without the way you gave me love

I don't know what I'd be thinking of

I don't think I'd know how to think

Without having to pick up a drink

I don't think that I would really care

I think that I might stop pulling out my hair

I think that I might stop feeling so vile

I think that maybe, just maybe, I could even smile

I tell you, without the kisses that you gave

I don't know exactly how I would behave

I don't know exactly how I would feel

Without the love and no appeal

But sir I will tell you this

That I will never ever miss

Anything that you ever had

Everything from you was bad

And I will never forget

That first day we met

And that day we got married

And that secret you carried

That you just didn't love me

And It wasn't ever meant to be

But I'll be sure to think of you my man

Whenever I cry again....