What else am I to do

I thought everything was OK
I thought we had talked
everything he says you seem to believe
the thought of it makes me cry
Ive been this way for some days now
is that all you want to do is fight and make me cry
run and listen to the lies
while I'm here and coping with everything
your making this home into them 4 walls that i use
to want to just get away from.....
i watch my tear roll down my cheeks
at night in the mirror
fell them fall onto the pillow at night while your asleep
i wanna yell at everything that causes this
they aren't here to cope with it
nothing but you can change how i fell
but you know what ever
let yourself wonder and mess everything up
i can get passed it
with a baby or not
your proving to me everything i thought you weren't