This Mess
Why can't I laugh at his jokes the way she does,
their was a time, their was.
Why must she continue to lurk around,
trying to recapture what she thought she once found.
Why can't she accept he has a wife,
Why won't she just stay out our life.
Why can't I accept he has a mistress,
Why can't I just get out of this mess....
Copyright © Christine Vancooney | Year Posted 2006
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