Murder By My Hand

It seems I'm left,
to defend myself from him.
Because they don't believe me,
when I tell them what he does.

They just think I'm crazy,
because they don't really see him.
They just see what he wants them to see,
so they don't believe a single word I say.

He makes them think he's an angel,
but once we're behind the doors he's a demon.
Torturing me to the point of death,
but always stopping just before.

Wanting to keep me to punish,
always finding something wrong.
And destroying me little by little,
until it's murder but I did it myself.