The tears fall to the floor from the child's eyes.
She can't stand the fighting, tired of the lies.

You do not notice, or maybe just don't care
But to a child this just isn't fair.
I can't pick a side! I love you both

And what happened to that sacred oath?
For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer,
At least until Daddy buys a *****
At least until Mommy speaks her mind
At least until Daddy makes her cry.

For better or for worse, what happened to that?
Those are the words upon which your marriage shat.

Now the child is married herself.
Your marriage sits broken upon her shelf.
She refuses to make an example of it
Because her marriage will never be ****.