Used to be creative.
I used to have effort I wanted to give,
I used to have a life I wanted to live..
Now I'm just a trophy on a shelf,
I guess I'm not even good enough
for myself.
What's the point?
This is a joke.
All I want to do is smoke..
I guess I could do things for me,
it's the only way to get a guarantee.
Everything he does is like play-pretend,
When does this suffering end?
I just want a husband who means
what he says.
He said he's always tired,
does that mean I'm not worth it?
