You\'re standing above me. With hate in your eyes and my blood on your shirt. Your shaking finger lingers over the trigger of that shiny little gun. You\'re screaming at me and kicking me with everything you have telling me you hate me... And me... I\'m just quivering and crying praying to God for you to just pull the damn trigger already. Because honestly baby, I didn\'t bargin for this. Love isn\'t supposed to be this way. Now, once again, just like always, you are rocking sitting on the floor next to me telling me you love me and that you are sorry. Asking for my forgivness. Oh yeah, sure. I forgive you cause this won\'t ever happen again. Bullshit! Wait one minute, just a second ago you were about to kill me, now you love me. I don\'t understand this. I don\'t deserve this... Oh hunnie now the tables have turned. Thats YOUR blood on MY shirt, my hands, my face... the walls.. everywhere... Look whos on top now baby... You pushed my every button and shoved me over my limit. Whose got the gun now. Who wasn\'t too afraid to pull that trigger. Me. It was me all along. The strong one. You were weak. Now, you lie limp on the floor . Just as I do every single night. But see, the difference is you won\'t be getting up in the morning to cover your bruises with cover up.... But baby.. \"Please forgive me, it WONT happen again...\" ha
