not marriage material

I can not do this anymore
I’m walking out, shutting the door.
You're not right, I’m not wrong
this has gone on for too long.
We are in and out and on the mend
we are screaming and unable to bend
I love and laugh but question you
you’re too ashamed to tell the truth.
“Truce” I say as I dance out of your life
circumstance keeps me from being your wife.