Gone, out my life, a love that's been thrown away And no matter how many tears I've cried it won't make him stay. It won't make him come back and it won't stop the hurting So all I can do is lay in my bad and silently contine wanting Him, my lover, my soul , and my king. This wonderful black man who I believed completed me. But still... If I knew he would be gone I would've kissed him one last time I would've held him close to me To let him know he was mine But since I didn't know That he would'nt be coming back into my life Instead of falling in love now I'll stop first and then think twice.