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Tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup I hate the taste but I'm sick You heat it and I hold it, mostly just to warm my hands I'm more of a hot cocoa kid You could never swallow pills when you were young But now you seem to have no problem Tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup You ask me, "Jelly, jam or butter?" You're busy in the other room doing who knows what Bread burns but you make another Smoke from the toast is a breath of fresh air Teardrops sit at the bottom of my cup Why does everyone place faith in the future? Looking for umbrеllas for when the drought is done Wе found a pretty one on the computer I don't understand why you hurt you When you take such good care of me Am I allowed to be sad about these things? From Letras Mania