I love your cruelty
Your twisted ways
Those sick jokes
My concerns for you is like a mothers care
But you are like the run away son
I've sacrificed and let you toy with me
But there's not much more I can take

Why do I subject myself to you?
I forget I'm the human punching bag
It isn't just you
It's countless
I guess I'v taken to many hits to remember.
Anyways carry on.