Love is Not the Question

Love is not the question,
I could spend my life with you,
Even with all the quirky and crazy things you do.
Ten years in the making, I really don't want it to end.
But I feel like I've created a dependent instead of a partner and friend.
I've allowed certain things to become custom, things you might now expect. I'm not blaming you for taking advantage, it's my own actions that I regret.
When you are working and making dough, Self pride kicks in and depression goes. You are happier, you'd have to admit.
It feels so good when you're taking care of shit.
Doesn't it?
But now you've added a twist to the game.
Because of depression, you aren't the same.
"You hate it here", is what you shout and think that living in Florida is your only way out.
You complain and groan everyday, never wake up with a smile. I can't even remember the last time, it's really been a while.
Not a good morning honey or a kiss on the cheek. Just wondering if I'm going to fix you something to eat.
I don't believe you'll be happy here nor there,
Depression will follow you everywhere.
I want us to be, I want us to grow
Our love and two incomes is the way to go.
Us both providing for ourselves would hang our problems on the shelves.
I know you try here and there. I know you want to provide.
Do you see the money that's coming in? Is it really enough for us to survive?
There's so much hanging over our heads and I'm feeling we're just in too deep
It's a wonder we're so stressed out and you can't even sleep.
I can see you're giving up, feeling less of a man.
I've been holding our weight as long as I can.
I am tired. I need you to try. I'm not even considering finding another guy. You have it in you! You've proven before. I know you can be so much more!
Love is not the question