Why do I put up with everything you do?
Because I love you...
Why do I let you walk all over me as if I'm a carpet?
Because I trust you...
Why do I sit back and allow you to constantly tell me why I'm wrong?
Because I adore you...
Why do I constantly let you put me down so you can feel better?
Because I can't do anything else...
Why do I allow you to fill me with hate and sorrow?
Because I don't know what I'd do without you...
Why do I stay with you even after all you put me through?
Because I believe you'll change...
Why do I not feel the same feelings towards you that I used to?
Because I am realizing you're no good for me...
Why do I have blood on my hands and a gun at my feet?
Because I took care of you...
Finally...