[Verse] The clock strikes six, the stew’s on the stove, Little hands tug, I’m in motherly mode. His chair sits empty, no word, no call, I’m a picture of patience, but I’m climbing the wall. [Prechorus] Is it too much to ask, just a "thank you" or two? Or am I a ghost in the life we once knew? [Chorus] I folded his shirts, I ironed his pride, Tended his world, kept it tidy inside. But love needs feeding, it can’t run on fumes, Now my heart’s out of sync with the tune he assumes. [Verse 2] The kids are asleep, the dishes are done, The weight on my shoulders outweighs the fun. His late-night excuses, a well-worn refrain, I’m nobody’s martyr, I’m done with the strain. [Prechorus] Is it too much to ask for respect in return? Or must I let my own fire slowly burn? [Chorus] I polished his dreams, I carried his load, But I’m weary of trudging this one-sided road. A house isn’t home when love’s gone astray, I’m packing my heart, I won’t beg him to stay.
