They become routine, day after day
The same old things in the same old way
The after work phone call at the same time
The same sorry ass "dont think I can make it" lines
The random "i luv u" text in the middle of the night
The same old arguments that turn into fights
The look in her eyes when you know somethings wrong
The same ass slow jam we said was our song
The "good night, i luv u" before you go to sleep
The same ass kiss and hug when we great and leave
But its the routine that you depend on
The routine that keeps you sain
The routine that is the fuse to the bomb
The routine that when it explodes it unleashes pain
So when you get tired of the routine stop and think of the other side...
The other side that has nor order
The side that makes you lose you mind
Having been in the situation I leave you with this thought...
What would you rather have.. routine? or simply...not?
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