Broken Home

It was fun in the beginning when you came to play As from another persons heart you slowly did stray You had yourself a spouse but you didn’t care As you thought to yourself that we where a better pair. You snuck out of your house whenever that you could Forgetting about your family as you thought you should You became the Christmas tree inside my home Glittery shiny and new I was excited and not alone. Now the fun and excitement is gone and now the guilt is here Joking and laughing has been replaced with sadness and a tear In the beginning I told you stories which were only but a lie But I did all that I could as I wanted you at my side. You are now with me every minute of every single day Every night my guilt to GOD on my knees I must pray How I wished that I wasn’t the one to break up a marriage I was weak but you were weaker to a love you should of cherished. But now your like the Christmas tree up all year round You clash with the furniture so now I wear a frown I don’t trust you, you don’t trust me as we’ve done this before I wish I could take the Christmas tree out of my door.