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SHE SAID, NO ONE EVER GAVE ME FLOWERS, ALL MY LIFE:
THIS IS WHAT I HEARD FROM MY EX-WIFE:
IT MADE ME SAD, AS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF:
FOR HER I NEVER HAD ENOUGH WEALTH:
SHE DIDNT EVER RECOGNIZE MY HEART AT ALL:
SHE DIDNT CARE ABOUT HURTING ME MAKING ME FALL:
ALL I HEARD HER SAY, WAS NO ONE EVER GAVE ME FLOWERS ALL MY LIFE:
ACTUALLY THOSE WORDS CUT ME RUTHLESSLY, LIKE A RUSTY KNIFE:
WITH NO LOVE, CARE, OR CONCERN:
MY LOVE FOR HER WAS NEVER APPRECIATED OR EARNED:
SO THATS ABOUT ALL I HAVE TO SAY:
AT LEAST WHEN MY DAUGHTER GAVE ME THE PHONE, HAPPY EASTER TO HER I WAS ABLE TO SAY TODAY:
SO I REALIZE, THAT ALL I DID AND ALL THAT I AM, FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS WAS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER AT ALL:
WHEN I HEARD HER SAY, TO MY DAUGHTER, NO ONE EVER GAVE ME FLOWERS , ALL MY LIFE, IT MADE ME FEEL SO SMALL:
IT IS BOTHERSOME, WHEN YOUR HEART IS NOT KNOWN:
IT IS BOTHERSOME, WHEN NO RESPECT, IS SHOWN:
IT IS BOTHERSOME, WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR BEST WAS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH:
JUST CAUSE I NEVER BOUGHT HER FLOWERS OR MORE STUFF:
THE FACT OF THIS MATTER, HAS COME TO BE:
BY HER CHOICE, NOW SHE CAN LIVE HER LIFE FANCY AND FREE, WITHOUT ME:
SO REALLY I DONT KNOW WHAT MORE TO HER THAT I CAN SAY:
I FEEL, ALL THAT MATTERS TO HER , IS WHAT I HAVE TO GIVE HER AND PAY:
05 APRIL 2015:
THIS IS WHAT I HEARD FROM MY EX-WIFE:
IT MADE ME SAD, AS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF:
FOR HER I NEVER HAD ENOUGH WEALTH:
SHE DIDNT EVER RECOGNIZE MY HEART AT ALL:
SHE DIDNT CARE ABOUT HURTING ME MAKING ME FALL:
ALL I HEARD HER SAY, WAS NO ONE EVER GAVE ME FLOWERS ALL MY LIFE:
ACTUALLY THOSE WORDS CUT ME RUTHLESSLY, LIKE A RUSTY KNIFE:
WITH NO LOVE, CARE, OR CONCERN:
MY LOVE FOR HER WAS NEVER APPRECIATED OR EARNED:
SO THATS ABOUT ALL I HAVE TO SAY:
AT LEAST WHEN MY DAUGHTER GAVE ME THE PHONE, HAPPY EASTER TO HER I WAS ABLE TO SAY TODAY:
SO I REALIZE, THAT ALL I DID AND ALL THAT I AM, FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS WAS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER AT ALL:
WHEN I HEARD HER SAY, TO MY DAUGHTER, NO ONE EVER GAVE ME FLOWERS , ALL MY LIFE, IT MADE ME FEEL SO SMALL:
IT IS BOTHERSOME, WHEN YOUR HEART IS NOT KNOWN:
IT IS BOTHERSOME, WHEN NO RESPECT, IS SHOWN:
IT IS BOTHERSOME, WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR BEST WAS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH:
JUST CAUSE I NEVER BOUGHT HER FLOWERS OR MORE STUFF:
THE FACT OF THIS MATTER, HAS COME TO BE:
BY HER CHOICE, NOW SHE CAN LIVE HER LIFE FANCY AND FREE, WITHOUT ME:
SO REALLY I DONT KNOW WHAT MORE TO HER THAT I CAN SAY:
I FEEL, ALL THAT MATTERS TO HER , IS WHAT I HAVE TO GIVE HER AND PAY:
05 APRIL 2015:
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ALL MY LIFE, NO ONE EVER GAVE ME FLOWERS
ALL MY LIFE, NO ONE EVER GAVE ME FLOWERS