i shoulda woulda coulda stayed and fought your screams grew too angry your temper grew too hot you brandished cruel mistakes made like serrated knives i fled and hid knees buckling at this domestic strife i swore i'd grow the strength to come back inside but never did my backbone grow my resolve just up and died i wish i was more powerful and clung to you so tight but i just got into my truck and drove away that night
A simple rhyme scheme to express those moments when you fail to push through the pain and strife and tell someone what they mean to you, to say "I'm sorry", and to let them take out their frustrations with you.