| I know if you love something, let it go
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| If it comes back to you, it’s yours
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| Chances are it won’t come back to you
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| And if it does, do yourself a favor and let it go yourself
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| Poison it’s what you are to me
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| Yeah, I said poison
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| This prison is unpleasent and I wanna be free
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| Why sould I have to pay?
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| Cause you don’t like the way I am today
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| I know it’s fucked up how I treat ya
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| Tellin' your mom I used to beat ya
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| Mistreat ya, and how I used to leave ya
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| Alone home by the phone crying in pain
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| Stuttering and flinching every time you have to speak my name
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| Pamphlets about domestic violence
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| And how you lived this life of pain and misery and anguish and silence
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| It seems I can’t explain my actions, and in my absence
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| You have to see your family’s horrified reactions
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| Cause uh, I know they’d lock me up if they could
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| Makin excuses for me like a trooper girl just like you should
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| Shattered dreams and expectations
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| Starin out the window with teary eyes, a broken will and lacerations
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| When we first got together you said that you respected me
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| Knowning about my fucked up childhood but you still accepted me
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| We took it to that level but sometimes I swear
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| It’s like I’m posessed with the devil
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| And these differences that cannot be settled
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| Only time we fuck it’s out of spite and hatred
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| Lookin at me like you wish you could kill me, that bond is sacred!
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| See I was fucked from the get go… raised like a pit bull
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| Mental abuse, pain and anguish… things I can’t let go
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| All I can do in this life is bring you down
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| Things were much better for you until the day I came around, huh
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| Fuck it… I can’t take this pain no more
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| Pistol in my mouth, dead body on the floor! |