Unnoticed
Shuffling through coins and making the money
Rifling through bills, just working and working
I know you work hard, but I feel alone
I feel unappreciated, bored, and unknown
I count them and put them in piles of two
Working hard for the money for me and you
We don’t talk anymore, it’s like you ignore me
We’re married, I know, but who knows if you love me?
All day and all night, I provide for the family
My passion has turned into more than a hobby
You love your work; I know that, I do
But once in a while, you could care for me, too
This one goes here and this one goes there
Hundreds and hundreds to sort ‘til we’re there
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