Looking For The Door

I'm tired of being your target..
The object of your anger
I'm tired of being hurt
Yet risk is half the danger.

I'm tired of being blamed
The walls are growing thin
These tears stain my face
I've realize I cannot win.

The less you start to care
The more your grasp begins to tighten
The more I start to realize
I'm getting slightly frightened.

The harder that you pry
How easily I bruise
The more I feel the pain
I know I'm being used.

I can't handle any more
I'm not a punching bag
The harder that you hit
The more I start to drag

I'm tired of being the failure
The one who's got it all wrong
Just give it a little more time
One of these days I will be gone.

I wont be there to yell at
I wont be there to shed the tears
I wont be there to take your blame
You cannot hide inside my fears.

So beat me, strike me, and neglect me
Twist your hand a little more
Just keep one thing in mind..
I will eventually find my way to the door.