Never Coming Home

That was the last time i would feel your hand across my face.
I hope someone meant for you can fill my empty space.
You left again, surprise surprise, but I am not loathing.
Looking at all of my bruises covered by my clothing.
Didn't i tell you you had to stop if you really loved me?
Didn't I ask you what I had done, but you never told me?
Well, this is the end, soon you will see, why I seemed so alone.
When you see the bullet hole, you'll find, I'm never coming home.