Going Or Gone

The fiery passion once in you Now but smoldering ash. The words you say seem so forced. Have I already become excess baggage? What have I done to cool you down so quickly? I know that I'm not perfect. I never claimed to be. Am I really as awful as you tell your friends? I'm the target of all your cruel remarks. Is that all I am to you now? Once we shared a marriage few have ever seen, Now it's a comedy where only you can laugh. If you could hear my thoughts, I know you would explode. I can already hear the hurtful words Coming from your lips. I pretend I don't know why things have changed. You tell me how lucky I am, You could do so much better than me. I wish I could see how much longer this will last. One way or the other time is running out.