My civil unions relocated
From the bedroom to the kitchen
3 children
Domesticated
How did this come to be?
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Love my children
Even my husband
He commutes
Repetition in the city
Pays for perfection
Few indiscretions
None he’d own
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Buried alive
I don’t believe in hereafter
Buried alive
Don’t close the lid I survived
Buried alive
More of this but just darker
Whatever happened, happened to me
Gone gone gone.
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My life was fluid
Now I’m bitter and sharp
Like this cold coffe
That I sip in the dark
The dregs of regret
Better get used to it
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Let's face it
Life is for the young
When you’re full of hope
And the future looks strong
Now every photograph I see
Well it looks wrong wrong wrong
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Don’t say downturn
I’m in depression
Mortgage and pensions
Where’s the resurrection
From the high life
To a housewife
Wrong wrong wrong
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Buried alive
I don’t believe in hereafter
Buried alive
Don’t close the lid I survived
Buried alive
More of this but just darker
Whatever happened, happened to me
Gone gone gone
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No self pity
Whatever happened
Happened to me
No self pity
Whatever happened
Happened to me