Although I gathered all the ingredients for a happy life
Still my heart feels cut by a knife
Trying new combinations time after time
Somehow, he doesn’t seem to give a damn
People tell me I shouldn’t complain
And satisfaction should be my game
Easy for them to say how I should feel
Forgetting my life is not a soap, but oh so real

03/14/2002

Posted on 03/14/2002
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