I LOVE HIM
BUT HE WANT LET ME; BE ME!
OFTEN I WANT TO PACK MY BAGS AND LEAVE
THE CLOSEST I GET IS TO THE DOOR KNOB
TEARS RUN DOWN, AS I FRANTCALLY SOB
I CAN'T LEAVE NOW, WHERE WILL I GO!
I TURN AROUND AND WALK REAL SLOW
BACK INTO THIS UNLOVING LIFE
WE NOT EVEN HUSBAND AND WIFE!
WHERE I SEEM TO HAVE NO SAY OR CONTROL
TALKS BECOME SHORT, MY STARES ARE COLD
DON'T WANT TO BE HERE, DON'T KNOW HOW TO LEAVE
I NEED MY AIR SO I CAN BREATHE
TIRED OF PRETENDING THAT THINGS ARE OKAY
THIS HAS GOT TO END
SOON! SOMEDAY!