Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table
And make sure that your coffee has its sugar and cream
Your eggs are over easy, your toast done lightly
All that's missing is your morning kiss
That use to greet me.
Now you say the juice is sour
It used to be so sweet
And I can't help but to wonder
If you're talking 'bout me.
We don't talk the way we used to talk
It's hurting so deep
I've got my pride
I will not cry
But it's making me weak.
I'm not your Superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down