ALWAYS THINKING
I'm just sitting here thinking, of all the excuses.
Wondering what the use is?
My heart endures all the abuses.
Why do I wait to hear that sweet little lie.
The one that always makes me cry.
I just can't understand, how you have the upper hand.
Should I be mad, neither one of us wares our wedding band.
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