You ain't got the right to tell me I'm not lonely
You don't understand what I've been through
He had every right to do the wrong that he done to me
But that don't make it easier to lose
No that don't make it easier to lose
I woke up Monday morning with the feeling he was gone
And I turned to face an empty place and I realized
That I didn't smell no coffee and all his pretty clothes were gone
I cried the first of the many tears you'll see me crying from now on
And you ain't got the right to tell me I'm not lonely