I embrace my shattered glass ticker,
Destroyed beyond mending.
I asked you why,
but your answer is still pending.
my mind is riddled with bullet wounds,
I cannot recall a thing.
Will our verbal battles ever end,
was I just a summer fling?
Now we fight like wounded canines,
biting, scratching and gnawing.
I feel threatened, Under attack.
I fight back with all I've got.
But I have no chance, against you.
You kick my teeth in with your shoe.
This was a fight not worth having.
Yeah. My ex