I’m married, but I’m alone.
There is a husband in my home, but I can’t feel him.
I see him all the time, but I still feel alone.
I hear him low and clear, but I ache for sweet word.
I’m married, but I’m alone;
I scream loudly, but he never hears me,
For I’m a mouse in my house.
I walk at night looking for the man I once loved.
But the only thing I found is a hateful cat that guards the man I said “I do” to.
I’m married, but I’m still alone.
Who is this man?
Why doesn’t he leave?
Why can’t I leave?
Is it love?
Is it dependence?
Is it hate?
