Hurt

Before i close my eyes to sleep i wonder if ill dream of you,
the way u hit, the way u shout, the way u spit or the way you
never want me around

When i'm on my own at night i wonder what i did wrong
to make you mock me the way you do,
with names so hurtful but it must be true.

I'm sorry for the times i've roared,
but you dont seem to understand that i cant open
up and take a stand.

You tell me that i need help,
and ur proberly right but if i do its
because of you.

You blame me for every thing that goes wrong,
even when it wasnt me at all,
according to you i dont care about any one but me,
but thats not true,
i dont show affection because it wasnt shown by you.

Now i'll dream of days gone by,
of happy days but at the back of my mind
there you'll be critizing me, for just being me.