Incredulous
Now that she knows
You have washed your hands of her
She sits incredulous
With soft sad tears brimming her huge brown eyes
the exact color of yours she says,
"All I am is 40 dollars he loses every week..."
I sit incredulous
Hold her close
Heal her pain
Watch her grow
Now that you know
She has washed her hands of you
You sit incredulous
With soft sad tears brimming your huge brown eyes
the exact color of hers
You do not yet realize the depth of your loss...
You have washed your hands of her
She sits incredulous
With soft sad tears brimming her huge brown eyes
the exact color of yours she says,
"All I am is 40 dollars he loses every week..."
I sit incredulous
Hold her close
Heal her pain
Watch her grow
Now that you know
She has washed her hands of you
You sit incredulous
With soft sad tears brimming your huge brown eyes
the exact color of hers
You do not yet realize the depth of your loss...
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