You were so mean to me,
your words and action weren't that very nice at all,
you would call me dreadful names,
such as gay, fag-et, punk, homo,
but i still had love for you,
you would hit me whenever you please,
you would slave me around because you know i was weak,
but still again i forgive you,
sometimes i will step up and say i had enough,
but nope! that wasn't enough,
my walls still end up coming down,
but now i am telling you truly,
that i won't stick around,
