Its finally gone to far,
Your torment, my torture,
Your anger, my failure,
Am I just not to good enough for you?

Breaking down,
In front of you,
Seems to be okay,
As long as I don't touch you,

Your giving me that glare,
Now I know that your blank,
No more anything for me,
Just more pain, pain,

Not good enough for you?
My soul? My heart? My tears?
What do I have to give,
To finally have you?

Keep suffering right?
I just have to keep goin', right?
Keep getting hurt by you,
Until you realise you need me.

This is all right, right?
Well guess what,
I've finally realised,
That I don't need you,

Not one bit, not at all,
I've suffered to much,
Cried to many tears,
To be torn further,

By your unmerciful grips,
No more trying to figure you out,
No more having to wonder,
Until I'm weak and can't get up,

Until my eyes are swollen,
My skin is red, my arms scarred,
No more, no more pain,
No more pleasure just for you,

I'm going now, Out the door,
Out of your life, and finally,
Into mine, finally time for me,
Maybe this will be good...
 
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