When I cry its because of you
because of what you put me through
struck you hand and took a blow
for all of that now I know
for every move that I make
I know youll find a mistake
hit me again I know you will
my face you will fill
with your fist
is there sick pleasurable twist?
to why you do this
do you know what you have missed?
the precious days we played together
this memory I will treasure
then when you started to drink
the alcohol made you sink
down to the gutter is where you belong
I hope your punished for all you did wrong
