It's very sad to say
that all I feel is pain.
100 stabbing knives,
and never-ending lies.
You tell me it's OK,
and every thing's alright.
You even make excuses
on why you start the fights!
You scream and yell,
then knock me down.
While apologizing again
like the man of my dreams.
I wonder when one day,
I'll be strong enough to say,
I can't take this anymore,
So please walk out the door...

 
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