Troubled
Do you still want me as your wife?
Do you really want me in your life?
Is all the pain I put you through,
And all the things I fail to do
Worth the love I hope you feel?
Is your love still true and real?
Someday, I fear, you'll grow to hate
Everything that we thought was great.
Will we stop cuddling at night?
And start every day with a fight?
Will our relationship survive?
Is it even still alive?
I wish there was something I could do
To erase the cruelty I showed to you.
I could apologize for the rest of my life,
And still be unworthy to be your wife.
It means nothing to you when I say sorry,
Same old excuses, slightly different story.
There's nothing I can do to ease your pain;
If you lose me, it's really a gain.
But I'll still pray for one more chance,
One more kiss, one more glance.
I'll leave the choice up to you,
Because I just don't know what to do.
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