My head still stings from the drink last night,
I try to say "I'm sorry," but can't seem to do anything right .
Louder than any broken screams.
Is how it feels when she won't look at me.
...
She asked, "Is there a history of abuse with you?"
And I didn't know what to say...
There's always been that thing, like a cloud that won't go away.
Both sides of my family got it, we'd just pretend like it's something other than what it was...
There's burns all down my arm I try and cover up, with a tattoo now that says,
"Pain never hurt me like love."
I apologize if me writing this out this way makes you think any less of me