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too much
Sometimes i dream of discontent
jealous of those being ignorant
they always seem to end up with the prince
on the outside to the world at least
foulding laundry smiling on his arm
he posts you on facebook and it's got it's charm
calls you '' the mrs ''
and calls your mum ''love''
proud to moan about you down the pub
it's sometimes depressing
was i never enough
or is it because i've been
''too much''.
