Did it make you feel like a man,
to hit me with the back of your hand
To throw me on this cold floor,
only to hit me a few times more.
Theres nothing now that you can say
Sorry , just wont cut it today
Your play time is over and done
its now my turn to have some fun
As I stand outside your bedroom door
I stop to think about this once more
All the hurtful things you have said
they keep running through my head.
So here I stand over your bed
with nothing but a gun and lead
No going back whats done is done
So say goodbye , theres nowhere to run
Written June 8th 09
Monday, March 22, 2010
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