Holding anger in your hand
Hatred in your soul constantly
Snapping like a rubber band
Who the **** told you that you were a man?
Preying on the one who’s supposed to love you most
Striking your insignificant other down in the privacy of your home
Does it make you feel strong?
Making your wife hurt and cry
Seeing her die a little bit more inside
Every day that you touch her is like a romance novel to you
Giving kisses with your fists
Love marks with your kicks
Instead of gently stroking your fingers across her skin
You look for somewhere new to begin
Hit her here
Or maybe there
While your two little girls can do nothing but stare
At the man they love most
Strike down
The one who gives them everything
You’re a ****** up soul
Worth little to nothing
You deserve to be ***** stabbed, and brutally slaughtered
Don’t lay your hideous hand on another ******* soul
You piece of **** ************
With a heart made of stone
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Holding anger in your hand
Hatred in your soul constantly
Snapping like a rubber band
Who the **** told you that you were a man?
Preying on the one who’s supposed to love you most
Striking your insignificant other down in the privacy of your home
Does it make you feel strong?
Making your wife hurt and cry
Seeing her die a little bit more inside
Every day that you touch her is like a romance novel to you
Giving kisses with your fists
Love marks with your kicks
Instead of gently stroking your fingers across her skin
You look for somewhere new to begin
Hit her here
Or maybe there
While your two little girls can do nothing but stare
At the man they love most
Strike down
The one who gives them everything
You’re a ****** up soul
Worth little to nothing
You deserve to be ***** stabbed, and brutally slaughtered
Don’t lay your hideous hand on another ******* soul
You piece of **** ************
With a heart made of stone
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