Lack of passion

The lack of passion trickling down my cheek. Holding together for you. But loving you lately is a lot like holding my head under water and you always ask for just a little more time. And you're doing so well with everything else but it doesnt feel like you have time for me and you keep asking me to wait but I've never been good at patience but I'm doing my best and Jesus Christ I'm running out of air. Tell me you love me because this is tearing me apart. And if you're thinking about leaving me. Next time just hit me with your car. It'll hurt less.