The silence before the fight
The moment before explosion
I can feel it creepy slowly on me
She's waiting to say something
She won't let it slip unless I ask
Yet, I'm never ready for the condemnation
It's my fault... whatever it is, it's me
She's gonna tell me about my problem
How I don't do this or that
But won't say anything else
I get ripped apart because she's upset
I get treated like the **** she does doesn't effect me
Am I just a throw away toy?
You're avoiding me now
Don't like my presence?
Want to be alone?
I wouldn't blame you,
I'm not fond of myself either.