I'm sure you've heard this all before,
I'd bet I'm not the only one.
I don't know how you do this,
Because I'm not sure if I can.
I know talking isn't what I'm paying you for.
But I don't think it would be fair for you
To be left in the dark.

I'm not doing this out of spite,
I'm not doing this because I hate her,
If anything I'm doing this because I love her.
The problem is that she doesn't love me anymore.
She thinks that I don't know where she goes
When she says she's "working late".
And I just can't seem to wrap my head
Around why.
Why would she cheat on me?
Why would she do this to me?
Why am I not enough?

And people talk about me all the time,
The perfect guy, the perfect wife, the perfect life.
If only they knew how messed up I was, how messed up we are,
Then maybe they wouldn't have too much to say.
So maybe, I should give them something to talk about.

But I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing it for her.
She hasn't said goodbye as I leave for work in a week,
She hasn't kissed me goodnight in a month,
She hasn't slept in the same bed with me for a year.
I was hoping that this would make me feel some kind of love again,
But all I feel is guilt.
Because maybe I still love her,
Maybe she still loves me...

I... I'm sorry. I can't do this.
You can take the money.
I know talking isn't what I'm paying you for,
But that's all I can manage.