Phases and stages, circles and cycles
Scenes that we've all seen before
Let me tell you some more

Washing the dishes, scrubbing the floors
Caring for someone who don't care anymore
Learning to hate all the things
That she once loved to do

Like washing his shirts and never complaining
Except of red stains on the collars
Ironin' and cryin', cryin' and ironin'
Caring for someone who don't care anymore

Someday she'll just walk away