And I'm balancing on a tightrope Happiness on the other side Urging me too my feet But beneath the tightrope Is a hell I've fallen into way too many times Good god Let me be Let me be free Even though I'm falling
He tells me to tell him When I am sad But then I'd be telling him Every day Every hour Every minute and second I would tell him how I wished I was dead And he wouldn't understand My sadness And then he'd leave
He likes it when I arch my back And ask him to give me more He likes it when I gag on him And shove down even more He likes it when I bite my lip And tease him a little more He likes it when I cry silently And don't open up to him any more.