All we do is fight and we never go out to eat
All you do is forget unless you need me
No affection and wallpaper speaks louder
My head spins right round I'm just a slave for you
Baby this ain't right honey this is creased
Hey, girl whats that? Why is this so bland?
You miss every occasion even my birthday
Wingman commercialized in red, passionate flames
I don't even get a rose or a chocolate
You say I'm too fat and my cooking sucks
I could leave you starving, but I actually give a s*** Tears immersing, but I stay strong even through the imbalance
Baby is camouflaged, we spend weeks in segregation
So sick of being second best to a floor I ain't gonna say don't
Only I am earning for me and supporting me
I care for you day and night and I get nothing
Not even a petal from the backyard you just pull me to the bedroom
My head spins right round in tears I beg to stay behind my eyes
You're a chemical imbalance in my poor chronically aching heart
In my brain, you spin it right round like wool on a spindle
I want you to love me I want you to work with me
I will support the addiction but work with me baby
Don't dump me for your the boss and come home when you're hungry