I don’t love you anymore

I see a man howling for a dead child

And you want us to go on holiday

I come back home tired and sick of life

And you think a fight is the need of the day

And the night.

I burn with fever and flu

And you keeps asking what else I can do for you

I can show you the door

It would be cheaper to have take on a whore

She would certainly do me more

And I’d feel secure

Enough to say

I don’t love you anymore