More then enough of you.

Basement steps,kitchen floor;just some this you used before.
she screams again, i cry some more, while you yell she bleeds sore, you make me watch when all i want is out the door.
a pull of hair, a punch, a kick, in my mind these memories stick.
I'm black and blue, but i lie for you, "oh clumsy me", is what others see.
you can only keep us shut for so long, until we get smart and strong, we're gonna pull out of this storm you make, and come to the sunny weather, and we will leave you together.forever.