Some days she feels worse than others
Why even bother to get up and and start the day.
Why leave the safety of the bed covers.
Then the baby cries, here we go. Peace, no way.
Feed the baby, tidied up lets get out
I wonder what he is doing now
Is he with her , yes no doubt
No point to ring , don’t need a row
He is always ‘ busy ‘ rarely by my side
When did he stop wanting me
Says he is working, too tired
To do anything but sleep. I know I see.
The way he dresses the care he takes
The way he did for me .
In public the perfect husband, he fakes.
In his mind he is with her, what he wants is she!
It is no comfort to know I am the mother of his child
No comfort to know he will not leave me for her
Sometimes I wish he would this is driving me wild!
Let him ruin her life I am sick of this, I no longer care .
Trapped lost , soulless in this dead marriage of show
I know her she has it all why does she waist her life
He like his comfort , his status he will never let me go
Nor will he ever give her what she wants, to be his wife.
Life goes on me and the baby
Does she pity me , what does she think
Do you think he loves you lady?
No he doesn’t, no more than he does not love me.
He is the love of his life
Not you the mistress
Nor me the wife.
We are both trapped .