Life is not always about the paycheck.  You can always earn a living, but what god is it without a life. 

Priorities, where are yours?

cry

She drinks whiskey for breakfast, and he’s never noticed

He kisses her cheek, and he runs out the door

He’s gone for a week, and she’s left there crying

For the man that she loves, and a love that’s gone wrong

 

He flies off to Phoenix, for the love of the paycheck

To give her the life, and that he promised he would

but at bedtime she calls him, and he doesn’t answer

And as he misses her call, she starts crying again

 

She cries for her lover, her bestfriend, her husband

She cries for the memories, that have faded in time

She cries as she sleeps, with no one beside her

And that no one will notice, the tears left behind

 

She can’t count the times, that she’s tried to tell him

Of the longing and wanting, she’s missing in life

And he tells her he’s trying, but that they can talk later

Because he has to leave, or he’ll be missing his flight

 

And she cries for her lover, her bestfriend, her husband

She cries for the memories, that have faded in time

She cries as she sleeps, with no one beside her

And that no one will notice, the tears left behind

 

He comes home on Friday, and her closets well they’re empty

Her old tear stained pillow, on his bed still lies

He tries to call her, but she doesn’t answer

And he doesn’t notice, the tears left behind

 

She cried for her lover, her bestfriend, her husband

She cried for the memories, that had faded in time

She cried as she slept, with no one beside her

And that no one would notice, the tears left behind

 

And he didn’t notice, the tears left behind