In the kitchen broken dishes
on the counter and the floor
In the bedroom is a mattress
I won’t sleep on any more
In the bathroom is the
perfume that you left behind
In this house there is your
memory, a presence that won’t die
A presence that won’t die
I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my lover,
and my friend
You were my lady, my lover, my
best friend.
We built this house of love
for the family that we planned
Two children and a dog, you
my woman, me your man
But something went wrong and
you lost interest along the way
Now I’m standing here alone
wishing that you had stayed
Now I’m standing here alone
wishing you were here today.
I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my lover,
and my friend
You were my lady, my lover,
my best friend.
On the table are your
cigarettes they’ve been there for a year
I haven’t moved a single
thing, since you disappeared
On the wall there is a stain
from the bottle you threw at my head
In the backyard is your body
buried in the flower bed
In the backyard is your body
buried in the flower bed
I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my lover, and my friend
You were my lady, my lover,
my best friend.
I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my lover,
and my friend
You were my lady, my lover,
my best friend.
You were my lady, my lover,
and my friend
You were my lady, my lover,
but now you’re dead
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