Screaming,
fighting,
hiting,
bleeding.
Thats all thats left.
Theres no love here.
So why pretend?

You want me gone,
and I could be so easily,
just say the word.
I’ll go.

The way you act,
the things you say,
the things you’ve done,
they will never change.
You will never change.

You say you’re sorry,
things will get better,
but every time it’d just the same.
I scream,
we fight,
you hit,
I bleed.