Am I not supposed to care
Or do I want to be sad
I try not think about it
But it's hard, cause I'm not bad

I give all I can
Nothing given back in return
How many years will it be
Till I finally learn

No card, nor a gift,
No appreciation earned
With tears in my eyes
I wipe them till they burn

How hard can it be
For a minute, to think of me
For all the things that I've done
For me there's no fun

I can't look forward to
A holiday, or second thought
How cold can he be
Not a day have we fought

I guess I'll wipe away
Yet again, another tear
Closing my eyes
To another giftless year

I will silently watch as others happily share
The gifts they all got
From their men, showing they care

Maybe I'm petty,
But I dont want a lot
Just a small show of affection
So my heart doesnt rot

Again, I'll make excuses
And put on a happy face
When others talk cheerfully
Of their beautiful vase

And alone in my room
I'll be sad as I muse
Because in my heart
There can be no excuse

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