Grindstone 7-7-24

Grindstone, by me, recorded on 7-8-24 about fifteen past midnight.
I keep my nose down to the grindstone.
Grind it off to spite my face.
I can't dare say that I love you.
In your heart I have no place.
[CH]
N Hell hath no fury like a cold bitch scorned.
N I have no shelter, my mind is all torn.
The flesh is all gone, and I'm worked to the bone.
[N I just want to find me a home.]
All I wan' to be is wanted.
Someone to care as much as I.
Someone to hold me when I'm haunted.
Two doves flyin' through the sky.
[CH]
[N I just tired of doin' it alone.]
N I cherish the times I'm not working.
Moments so few and in-between.
An empty house though is a prison,
When all you want to be is seen.
[CH]
[My heart's still searchin' for home.]
I keep my nose down to the grindstone.
Grind it off to spite my face.
I can't dare say that I love you.
In your heart I have no place.
[CH]
[N I know I deserve to be alone.]