The way he touched me
Was not the way I wanted it to be
His heart was cold
And mine was full of pain
From him being vain
When his anger built up
He’d let it out
On every little thing
And anything
I did or said
It became too much
But it was out of the such
For me to get away
Or to stay
Ill leave you with
The sense I left
But the answer is
Within the story
