Im sitting here alone with you on my mind.
counting the seconds till you hit me this time.
feeling your fists hit my skin like a dart .
still wondering wot made this all start.
living a liar nor telling the truth
nobody knows wot happends under this roof.
the worst thing about it is im still always here.
giving you the benifit of the dout.
saying this is the final tear.
then in the morning its the same shame.
wondering wot will happen now i know im to blame.
kissing me softly and saying it wont happen again but god dam it the game is still in play.
