He was your friend,
or so you thought
He was your soul mate,
that’s what he thought
It is said, it is a seven year itch,
that’s what you’re both thought

You’re promised, through thick and thin,
that’s what you promised, and thought he did,
it was not meant to be. He was not meant to be….

You gave and he received, you asked
he retreat, did I get it wrong,
Is it not give and receive….?

A Husband? Suppose to provide and protect,
did I get it wrong?
Husband, to make me feel like a sponge,
and look after myself, to make me feel like a failure?

His neck is sore, his stomach cramps,
Is it my chore?
to rub his back and solve his pain.

I pass out, need to seek help,
Husband, interested, Rugby more important
Not his problem, his time, not mine to have.

The time has come, the time for me
The time to say, Husband my time not yours to have..

It is time to move on, it is time to be happy …
nine years wasted,
this time is my time without
a person called “husband”
this time, I will be happy with
me myself and I…….