I forgave her but she didn’t seem to hear,
For all the wrongs, real and imagined,
Over all the years we called ourselves married,
Through too many spats and not enough make-ups.

For all the wrongs, real and imagined,
Good times forgotten, bad times enlarged.
Had too many spats and not enough make-ups,
Too many hurts and not enough I’m sorrys.

Good times forgotten, bad times enlarged,
Acrimony etched in every line of her face,
From too many hurts and not enough I’m sorrys,
As slowly we bled our love to death.

Betrayals and lies, deceptions and denials,
During all the years we called ourselves married,
’Til there was nothing left of the love we once knew.
I forgave her but she didn’t seem to care.