Good Little Wife

To you, my love, the world makes sense, But I’m tired of living every waking moment in suspense. I’ve given you my body, my future, my life, But isn’t that the job of every good little wife? You may deny that our spark had went out in a flash, But don’t you know you can’t set fire to ash? I know it’s unexpected and I don’t mean to dwell, But can’t you see that your heaven is my hell? You rule my life, you control, you dictate, But you don't have the right to choose my fate. There are novels to be written and songs unsung, But it’s hard to speak with a prisoner tongue.