Looking back I see my life
With wiser eyes sharp as a knife
Cutting through the weeds and dross
Knowing gain and knowing loss
Much of it was trouble and strife
Emotions then were running rife
Memories come that are so gross
Looking back
I tried to be your view of a wife
But things went wrong I was lowlife
And so you bruised my body because
You really didn’t give a toss
All you did was give me grief
Looking back
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