Everyday i notice you take more of your stuff
I know i told you to move out, it doesnt make it less rough
I just couldnt bear to see you anymore
Everynight after work come through that door
Id be in OUR bed sleeping with the kids
Youd tap me on the shoulder id open my eyelids
Youd say you were home
Id look around and our daughter was gone
Night after night hoping youd say cuddle with me
But you wouldn’t so id just get up and leave
Go to the kids room sleep by myself
All these thoughts in my head I’m in my own personal hell