I live down the road.
To be mistress of your abode
Is my ultimate aim
Though your excuses are lame.
I sit across the table,
Regarded as something invisible,
While you travel round the world,
Searching for your dream girl.
Sometimes, looking into your eyes,
It’s me, you don’t recognize.
I’m willing to do all for you,
Yet you want someone new.
I don’t know what I lack
To make you pack,
Move to another place
To spend the rest of your days.
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