and again
you smacked me in my face
dropped me down the floor
I feel it so well
the pain, the hate
when you ware smacking with rthe doors
and the bruses
and the blood
you make me feel useless
and are the reason for every cut
and again
when I look in the mirror
when my tears start falling
where is what we have had
or was it just a vision
just to bad
and again
I run away
not in my plan
but I just couldn't stay
and again
when you scream my name
I remember how I felt
but look what became
is this what you wanted
me, broken, on the floor
is this what you wanted
now I've locked the doors
you will find me
but than it is to late
you will see
that I can't handle with the hate