Almost every night.
When the moon is out of sight.
And your mood makes me wanna
fight.
I find a hole and curl up
tight.
Sometimes I'd rather be by
myself.
When I feel like you'd rather I
be on a shelf.
Or run away and hide.
So I don't have to see that
other side.
Where I'm more like a mother
than your wife.
And that's not how I want to
live this life.
I wish you could understand.
Or lend me a helping hand.
I've told you time after time.
But you act like I'm naught but
a mime.
Words falling on deaf ears.
Eyes unseeing the tears.
So I'll just release another
held in breath.
And love you like always, until
death.
