Big old oak tree
Playing cards and jealousy
These all remind me of you
Red rose lipstick
Cherry pie and what ifs
I know your time left is few
But I still love you
When you are gone
All I ask of you to do
Is leave something for me too
Leave something for me too
I know how it feels
To have to leave the one you love
It's so unfair
So leave something for me there
When you're gone,
Please leave behind
One of your treasures
When you're gone,
Please leave behind
One of the things you'd always have
Leave behind your lipstick,
That leaves marks on my cheeks
Leave behind your deck of cards,
That we'd play beneath the tree
Leave behind everything of yours,
And leave me with the grief
The grief that may be the death of me
The death of you
Will be the death of me
The death of you
Will be the death of me
The death of you
Will be the death of me
When you're gone,
Please leave behind
One of your treasures
When you're gone,
Please leave behind
One of the things you'd always have
Leave behind your lipstick,
That leaves marks on my cheeks
Leave behind your deck of cards,
That we'd play beneath the tree
Leave behind everything of yours,
And leave me with the grief
The grief that may be the death of me
And there you lay in the casket,
I set down my little basket
The basket holds
All your little treasures
The basket holds
The things you'd always have
The basket holds your lipstick
There are no marks on my cheeks
The basket holds your deck of cards
That we can't play under that tree
The basket holds everything that's yours,
You left me with that grief
Your death was the death of me
Oh your death was the death of me
Your death was the death of me
When you're gone,
Please leave behind
One of your treasures
When you're gone,
Please leave behind
One of the things you'd always have
Leave behind your lipstick,
That leaves marks on my cheeks
Leave behind your deck of cards,
That we'd play beneath the tree
Leave behind everything of yours,
And leave me with the grief
The grief that was be the death of me
And there you lay in the casket,
I set down my little basket
The basket holds
All your little treasures
The basket holds
The things you'd always have
The basket holds your lipstick
There are no marks on my cheeks
The basket holds your deck of cards
That we can't play under that tree
The basket holds everything that's yours,
You left me with that grief
Your death was the death of me l
CZYTASZ
Original Songs
PoezjaThis is a book for me to share the songs that I have written. Please don't take without my permission. Some of them have videos of me singing them on my YouTube channel, ZackIsBack, so you can hear the audio too.Thank you!
