To you I say. Stop hurting me.
To me you say. I'll stop you'll see.
Empty promises from what the record shows. Each broken promise feels like a blow.
One Blow to my heart which is delicate now. From seeing how lightly you've Carried your vows
To cherish and hold me til death do us part. Except the cherish and hold me both stopped near the start.
One blow to my brain who can't seem to fathom.
How you can be both my love, and the same time my phantom.
Youre Just like a ghost,as your presence, it haunts me.
when you ignore my feelings that's when you taunt me.
I ask you to please be patient and kind,
as I work through the demons I carry inside.
Yet somehow to you that seems to translate, "no need to be kind, no need to be patient"
You can know how it hurts me, yet still you decide ...
"I'll do what I want and on my own given time"
One blow in my back with a sharp jagged knife.
When you take me for granted for being your wife.
You push it in deeper and you twist that knife good,
when you pretend like it's fine when you've altered my mood.
You know when I'm hurting and know I'm upset..
but who care about that, right? I should give it a rest.
It's not fair that you always put yourself first. And lately it feels you've forgotten my worth.
And as you ride on your horse.. oh so high, you'll use your favorite excuse "I'm just a guy"
You know the one.. that always justifies..
the lack of empathy and why you dont have to try.
One blow to whatever is left of my dignity.
By the end, you win and yes, get the best of me.
So aren't you lucky to always have it your way, because you treat my like trash and yet here I stay.