I am weak on my knees, I confess
Tired of being your spare tire, your therapist too
I hope this is the last time you walk in and out
Your presence, a storm that I can’t repress
Leaving me drained, with a heart that’s bruised and blue
I am weak on my knees, I confess
If I’m not good enough to be your lover true
Why do you keep me around, what do you pursue?
I hope this is the last time you walk in and out
My heart cries out, “Enough!” Yet I still cling
To the hope that you’ll stay, and our love will sing
But if not, please leave, and don’t come back in
I am weak on my knees, I confess
Tired of being your spare tire, your therapist too
I hope this is the last time you walk in and out
