In this tug of war, you'll always win.
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables from your hand
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied
.
Tell me "I'll be sorry"
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night.
Try to touch me so I can scream not to tuoch me
No matter how many knives we pu in each other's back.
You hit me Twice
I may hit you three times
I may hit you three times
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