Early in the morning, I put breakfast at your table and make sure that your coffee has its sugar and cream. Your eggs are over easy, your toast done lightly. All that’s missing is your morning kiss that used to greet me. Now you say “the juice is sour, it used to be so sweet”. And I can’t help but to wonder if you’re talking ’bout me. We don’t talk the way we used to talk.
It’s hurtin’ so deep. I’ve got my pride, I will not cry.
But it’s makin’ me weak.
I’m not your superwoman. I’m not the kind of girl that you can let down. And think that everything’s okay.
Boy, I am only human.
This girl needs more than occasional hugs as a token of love from you to me.
I fought my way through the rush hour trying to make it home just for you. I want to make sure that your dinner will be waiting for you. But when you get there you just tell me you’re not hungry at all. You said you’d rather read the paper and you don’t want to talk.
You like to think that I’m just crazy when I say that you changed. I’m convinced I know the problem. You don’t love me the same. You’re just going through the motions and you’re not being fair.
I’ve got my pride, I will not cry
Still I can’t help but care