Better Off Dead
As i lay here
beside you in bed
I cant help but think
that im better off dead
all we do is fight
all day
and all night
I reach to the side
flick off the light
and pray to god
it the end of the fight
You say my name
i look to the side
you place your hand on my cheek
and to my neck it dose slide
you wisper i love you
i wisper it back
but in my mind
im preparing for another attack
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