I feel so beaten, like I just can't win.
I've hardly committed some major sin!
A few too many and a nasty tongue, should hardly conclude my marriage as done,
When my forgiveness has been endless when it comes to outbursts,
Which sure outdo mine at my very worst!
So the question to be asked is what the **** went so wrong?
From that passion we shared to 'this ain't got long!
Far too much coke, a little more wine,
Till we find ourselves searching for just a small sign,
Just something that says I'm still everything to you,
No matter who or what, I'd be front of the queue,
But the coke and the wine it's messed up our heads,
So full of accusations of he said she saids,
No more do I know what's real and what's not,
Whether I can be sure of what it is that I've got,
Cause that little white bag, it swallows up my life,
Given even a thought it's rage cuts like a knife,
Straight to the core of your now drunken wife!
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