my best friend called me crying yesterday said she stormed out on her husband—splashed her wine across his face and we laughed a little then we got real quiet she said i don't know what's wrong with me but something isn't right
it's not funny is it really anymore she said my meds aren't working like they did before and it leaves me thinking why do i need these pills just to be ok where are my better days
a girl i know's a waitress with a kid she drinks at work some nights to take the edge off of it she's not proud to tell you, today she woke up with a stranger in her bed she sent him out the back door before her kid came walking in
it's not funny is it really anymore she said i'm thirty-five and acting twenty-four and it leaves me thinking i can't let my daughter see me live this way where are my better days
you know i firebombed my own life a long time ago i've been barely scraping by since i left that home we were raised with expectations, lord, i had the highest hopes but oh no oh no
it's not funny is it really anymore i thought by now i'd have more answers and it leaves me thinking if i could try again would i do it all the same where are my better daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
