You drown me in misery and fill me with pain,
You love the fact there is something to gain,
You love my tears you love my trembling voice,
I'd be your dummy if it was your choice,
Your eyes filled with anger your fists clenched,
In a game of football I'd have been benched,
There's murder in your voice, your feet slowly moving,
It's the hate and love of me you are proving,
You want to strike; you want me to fear,
You love how I flinch when you move near,
The fists out, the pain coming, the blood pouring,
You stop sometimes as if it's boring,
But you keep going, I keep falling,
Tumbling, shaking, crawling,
You keep coming, I keep going,
You start to kick, then start throwing,
In the morning I know you wont remember,
So I close my eyes and suffer.
