You call my name and all I can think about is what you want in return.
Take another shot and we go around and around for another turn.
I should have known better, now my mind zeros in to discern.
Tell me again just how much you and him earn…
Because you can’t put a dollar amount on the tears.
And you can’t be the one to give me back the stolen years.
It hurts me more than you could ever know.
But the most unbearable part was forcing a smile, putting on an elaborate show.
