hurt has turned to anger
a bad taste is in my mouth
i want to beat my fists on you
chew you up and spit you out
be grateful i'm not evil
though i could easily be
then i'd witness just once more
you down upon your knees
you'd beg for mercy once again
but it would never come
i would simply turn away
the same way you have done
my prince you have no inkling
of the things that i could do
to make your life unbearable
you haven't got a clue
i wonder how you sleep at night
and i'll never understand
how you can hurt the ones you love
yet think yourself a man
i hope the house of cards you've built
will someday fall apart
and you will know just how it feels
when someone breaks your heart
(a little release of anger and cruelty at 2am sunday morning so i could get some relief and sleep. at least when i'm angry i'm not crying...well, not usually anyhow. i feel a little better and a little bad, but he should know the fire in me works both ways. i think i can sleep now. please god, let me done with this.)
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