Done

He locks himself away, in his self made hell. He calls it his office, I call it his cell. He can't seem to see, past his own life. He doesn't even notice, he has lost his wife. The words of love, now lay in the past. Her love for him, is fading fast. He never has, a kind word to say. He only sees things his own way. She thinks to herself, what shall I do? But the more she thinks, the more she stews. Remorse sets in, the fight is now on. Before he realizes she'll be gone. In another mans arms is where she will lay. Accepting his love and living for the day.