The blood runs off of this face
In sheer disgrace.
Not going to tell.
I'll just let myself get well.
Why go through this
Just to feel a fist?
Everyone tells me to get out,
But it's easier said then done.
You don't understand.
I just can't run,
Because he'll make this life done tonight.
One more hit
And I'll have had enough of his s h i t.
Then maybe I'll take this gun
And let the blood run.
