The pain of just a memory,
all the details still so clear to me.
Cringing at just the thought,
not remembering why we fought.
You yelled, while I cried,
then later you just stood defied.
Not taking resposibility for what you've done...
You've abused my soul for one.
I just want to curl up and cry,
and then eventually just lay there and die!
I just want his to get over and done,
all the gurt seems to just weigh a ton.
Just the pain of the thought,
You couldn't find a reason but to hurt me as we fought.
