“Honey, You Don’t Own the Corner Market on Sadness”

[Verse 1 – Male] You showed up like thunder on a Sunday night, With a suitcase full of words you’d never write. Said, “You don’t know the roads I’ve had to roam”— But, darlin’, I’ve been lost far too close to home. [Verse 1 – Female] You speak like your sorrow’s a one-man storm, But my nights have been just as long, just as worn. I’ve kissed the floor when the silence screamed, Prayed through dreams that never dreamed. [Chorus – Together] Honey, you don’t own the corner market on sadness, We’ve both made bargains in the aisles of madness. I’ve pawned my pride, you’ve sold your grace— Heartbreak don’t stamp just one face. So cry if you must, but hear me say this: Honey, you don’t own the corner market on sadness. [Verse 2 – Male] I’ve fed my hope to an empty room, Held my breath ‘neath a lover’s moon. You’re not the only ghost who haunts a name— I’ve lit that torch. I’ve felt that flame. [Verse 2 – Female] You act like sorrow’s a crown you wear, But I’ve ruled my kingdom from the same despair. Every scar you parade like proof— Baby, I’ve got my own bitter truth. [Chorus – Together] Honey, you don’t own the corner market on sadness, We’ve both been broke in love’s bad business. You count regrets, I count lost sleep— Pain’s a ledger that runs too deep. So cry if you must, but just know this— Honey, you don’t own the corner market on sadness. [Bridge – Male & Female, in harmony then unison] (Female) Maybe we’re echoes down the same hall, (Male) Both holding up walls that were meant to fall. (Together) Maybe grace is the only thing we miss— ‘Cause sorrow don’t come with a first-place kiss. [Final Chorus – Together, with emotional lift] Honey, you don’t own the corner market on sadness, We both got tickets in the same damn madness. You bled in poems, I bled in lines— But pain don’t favor names or signs. So cry if you must, but remember this— Honey, you don’t own the corner market on sadness. [Outro – Soft, fading in separate lines] (Female) No, you don’t… (Male) You never did… (Together) We’re just two receipts in love’s abyss. Honey, you don’t own the corner market on sadness.