I can tell
By the you yell
Something has change
Inside of you.
I don't understand
What we have done.
We be ourselves
And what we are
But you don't like that.
Why I do not know.
But now I don't try
To understand
Something I don't get.
I just now
I hate the you feel.
The touch of you
Make me run.
I can't stand the voice of yours.
I use to love you
But now I don't know
What it is I feel.
I just hate
To be in the same room.
Because it take long,
Not at all,
For you to yell
Or put me down.
I'd rather be hit
Or go through my hell of a past Tens over again
Than to put up with you
And all your words of hate
That pass your lips.
I'd rather go away
And never come back again.
But I stay
For a mother I love.
So, I'll go through hell
Everyday until I leave
And never will I think
Of your voice again
When I am free
Ever again.
