Cuts Of A Bastard

These cuts outside of me
are buried within
Each one has a story
that pains me to bend

You think these cuts are not because of you?
Little did you know....
There always about every...little...thing you do

You've hurt me so bad
You just have no idea
I wish I were dead
Every day, every night

You cut me with your words,
the way you talk,
the way you speak

I hear you in my head
Maybe you should be ridden
and just fall out dead

Your the cause of these cuts
The cuts from a bastard
You think I'll continue this and
Let you go faster
Think again because I'm through
Your nothing but a pathetic little shrewed

Take my pain away,
stop playing games,
and go away

You've cut me deep,
Now...
I just cant speak