by Bob D. Caterino

Created on: May 01, 2010

I stay for the kids, I say cause I'm broke

around my finger is the promise, no joke.

I took it serious as so many do, did you?

The way you carry on and smile when I stew.

Yes I wont take it off my finger although the unhappiness you bring

yes my dear I still wear the suffer-ring.

I love you with all my heart and soul,

we promised we would be together until old.

You run around like a kid on a swing

but I still wear my suffer-ring.

I see the men nod, the ones you been with

I see when you whisper and turn your head wuick.

yes, my dear its the saddness you bring

but yet I still wear my suffer-ring.

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