I lay my head on the floral pillow case
And pretend I'm asleep
So the boyfriend won't bother me
We fought before work and we quarreled before I said my prayers
I don't think we're a team anymore
He controls the tele
He says all I do is complain
If you had no choices on the TV box,
Wouldn't you do the same?
Miss him being on my side
when did we start hating each other
I manage to swallow my pride
Why do I even bother
A picture frame of us
Stands on the dresser of beautiful time
Who are those people
I don't think we're a team anymore.
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