Same Old, Same Old
Everyday I come home so excited to talk to you
Until I remember that you don’t even give me the time of day
So here we go again
With the same old fights
Which lead to the same old headaches
Which lead to the typical broken hearts
And it’s not like it’s a monthly event
But more like a daily one
Copyright © Fiona Hauber | Year Posted 2007
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