We no longer fit, I've known for a while, The passion is gone, but we're left with a child. It's hard to admit that it happened to us, And you won't let go without making a fuss. So we keep on living a shell of a life, You act like a husband; I act like a wife. We eat and sleep, we work and live. You take and take, I give and give. I'm not a victim; I'm here by choice, But the day is coming when I'll find my voice. And then I will speak out loud and clear - The charade is over - I'm outta here!!
Reason for writing:
This was written toward the end of an 8 year relationship.
I just recently re-found it, and realized that it was RIGHT on the point...
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