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I DON'T LIKE IT! I DON'T WANT THAT!
YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU DON'T DO THAT!
Stop yourself,
watch your mouth,
it's me you don't even think about,
Every time you abuse, shout and scream
Every time you shove a blame,
shivering, crying, throwing the guilt trip,
makin' me feel like a piece of shit.
You never thought,
you never cared,
you never looked back at the words you said.
After what you did, I ain't moving on,
That won't happen till you're long gone.
Or will it be me? To be the one to go?
my life ain't worth a shit to you y'know?
There's the fan,
this is me,
I see how this is all gonna be...
You come into the room,
ready with a stick,
of course you've found a fault in me, you prick!
You bang on the door, abuse my ass,
I don't open, you let time pass.
Your abuses don't end, neither do your drinks,
You don't care what anyone thinks.
Finally you knock my door down,
all you see is my dressing gown,
blowing in the wind, feet in the air,
you say life's a bitch and pull a chair,
hoist me up, put me down,
even in death you can see me frown.
Look at you, you can't even cry,
your eyes are dull, your throat is dry.
Is that emotion, or are you just drunk
from filling your throat with all that junk?
I don't care, not anymore,
I fuckin' hate you, yeah, me! Your whore!
Don't you dare say you're sorry!
You brought it upon your own!
You said you'd love me,
then showed me your true colours.
For thirty years, I took that shit!
Today,
I QUIT!
I DON'T LIKE IT! I DON'T WANT THAT!
YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU DON'T DO THAT!
Stop yourself,
watch your mouth,
it's me you don't even think about,
Every time you abuse, shout and scream
Every time you shove a blame,
shivering, crying, throwing the guilt trip,
makin' me feel like a piece of shit.
You never thought,
you never cared,
you never looked back at the words you said.
After what you did, I ain't moving on,
That won't happen till you're long gone.
Or will it be me? To be the one to go?
my life ain't worth a shit to you y'know?
There's the fan,
this is me,
I see how this is all gonna be...
You come into the room,
ready with a stick,
of course you've found a fault in me, you prick!
You bang on the door, abuse my ass,
I don't open, you let time pass.
Your abuses don't end, neither do your drinks,
You don't care what anyone thinks.
Finally you knock my door down,
all you see is my dressing gown,
blowing in the wind, feet in the air,
you say life's a bitch and pull a chair,
hoist me up, put me down,
even in death you can see me frown.
Look at you, you can't even cry,
your eyes are dull, your throat is dry.
Is that emotion, or are you just drunk
from filling your throat with all that junk?
I don't care, not anymore,
I fuckin' hate you, yeah, me! Your whore!
Don't you dare say you're sorry!
You brought it upon your own!
You said you'd love me,
then showed me your true colours.
For thirty years, I took that shit!
Today,
I QUIT!
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5 comments:
One of those many feelings I'm going through.
Suicide? I hope not.
Not till we've shared that drink anyway.
reminded me of three idiots. loved the note. didnt expect u write so well <3
That's something strong! Very well written!
Whatever happens, quitting is still a cowardly act.
@Sweet Addiction
Coz of the I Quit? Yeah, kinda like that, just in the domestic abuse sense I guess.
@Abhinav
Quitting's always wrong, but sometimes, in despair, you never can find a way out. That's when quitting seems to be the right thing to do.
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