You made me what I am today,
feeling ugly and useless day after day.
A bitter person you helped me become,
beating on my heart like a big bass drum.
Hallow, drifting through my pathetic life,
knowing you regret tasking me as your wife.
You think you can find someone better than me,
go for it baby and set me free!
A young fresh thing you think you will find,
Ha what a joke, maybe if she’s blind!
You see my sweet husband the years haven’t been good,
time took the handsome man where you stood.
With the wrinkles appearing and your tiny bald head,
good luck finding a replacement to share your bed.
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