This can't go on...
We both have a violent means of escape...
Living here makes us insane.
We feel the desperate need to inflict pain.
I lock myself away and bleed onto the floor,
While you take to pounding outside my door.
As I stare at the girl in the mirror I mustn't let eat
The door breaks down, and me you start to beat.
I'm covered in various cuts and bruises,
Me and panic is to you and short fuses.
. . .
This can't go on,
From both me and him --
I can't afford to be both of our victim.