Going Or Gone
The fiery passion once in you
Now but smoldering ash.
The words you say seem so forced.
Have I already become excess baggage?
What have I done to cool you down so quickly?
I know that I'm not perfect.
I never claimed to be.
Am I really as awful as you tell your friends?
I'm the target of all your cruel remarks.
Is that all I am to you now?
Once we shared a marriage few have ever seen,
Now it's a comedy where only you can laugh.
If you could hear my thoughts,
I know you would explode.
I can already hear the hurtful words
Coming from your lips.
I pretend I don't know why things have changed.
You tell me how lucky I am,
You could do so much better than me.
I wish I could see how much longer this will last.
One way or the other time is running out.
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