Whatever made me think,
That settling would do,
Did you settle for me,
Like I settled for you.
We live as flatmates you and I.
I’m you cook and I’m your maid,
But this is the bed I’ve chosen,
And in it I am laid.
Our relationship it has no love,
No passion, no desire,
Was I really so naive,
To expect a sparkless fire.
Is it time for me to walk away,
Before it is too late,
To find the love this woman needs,
To start with a clean slate.
Oh how I wish that I could just,
Get up, walk out the door,
But duty, guilt and vanity,
Keep my here once more.
I pray someone will find me,
And give me what I need,
The strength and love to make the change,
To reclaim, what is me.
