I hear you coming down the hall,
your voice is so clear now,
your in a drunken rage again,
beating down my door.
I try to run away, in fear I try to hide,
but you grabbed me by the hair,
and pulled me by your side.
You have me in a headlock,
and I can't even scream,
Slowly and slowly,
you suck the life out of me.
I feel beaten and broken
but i guess thats your plan
the devil has possed you
and its all in your head.
As you push me up against the wall,
I simply wish for death to catch my fall.
I silently pray for god to take me away
so i can be an angel in his heavenly place.
Its all over now
and you say your sorry
but sorry can't replace
all the torment you cause.
Tomorrow when you beat down my door
you will find me laying on my bedroom floor.
With a note by my head and a knife in my hand,
then maybe you will realize I'm better off dead.
