the way you goad me
the way you make me ******
the way you do things to me
how you think I'm worthless
you've told me it time and time again
why do you do this
who the hell do you think you are
the way you watch me
the way you're possessive of me
the way you make me feel
you kiss me and caress me
like I'm the only one to you
you make me feel like I'm flying
then you turn on me
you glare and yell at me
for nothing, because all I hear is yelling
you hit me and beat me
until you are satisfied
that I'm down enough
I'm crying now, because of you
I'm turning from you
turning away from your barking laugh
the one that was so comforting not long ago
so now that you're here, I have to ask
who the hell do you think you are
I could have swore you loved me
all the time you held me
all the time we spent
just holding each other
who the hell do you think you are
*I miss the best of us, where did you go

It's all a ****** up game
The life we play off as real
We condemn those who are different for the sole fact that they are different
And some are proud to be that way
We don't always understand what we're doing to others
Sometimes we do and love doing it
Especially to ourselves
Why do we do this?
Is it some twisted mind game that we have to learn?
Or are we making it up as we go?
All I know is
**** IT
*i want out

Here we go again
I told you what you needed to know about me
I told you and no one's LISTENING
Who do I have to get to say this?
The pope? The bishop? The priest?
Or even God himself?
Haven't you gotten it through your thick skull?!?
I don't give a ****,
And you know why?
because I have no one in my life
So there, now are you happy?!?
I finally told you, oh wait
I should say I told you again
*why do you torture me with the thought of a love that won't come true for me.