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I’m a little teapot, I see you sittin’ and staring
Your world’s torn apart, ‘cause he just stopped caring Lives, once filled with all those hopes and dreams Now unreachable’ because of all the things I’d see you both, when you’d argue and fight Then I’d hear you in there, trying to make it right But words once said, though hidden from the mind Remain in the heart, eat away, begin to grind Those cruel little words you would use on him Ripped out his heart, made his skin, paper thin All the things he did, just couldn’t satisfy I’d see him from the kitchen, break down and cry On Friday you’d demand he hand you the money He’d throw it on the table, “Here ya go honey!” Each fight he’d lose a little more of his dream Hide it in his heart, you’d cut off his steam Now earlier today, still talking about money You wanted the house, child support and alimony Even though he’s offered to give all that he had For you, never enough, he’s gone and you’re sad You took it all, except what meant the most I saw it all from the kitchen, here at my post He told me then he’d not be back this way For it was a very sad, Valentine’s Day
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