Days of the Weak

I'm your punching bag I'm all the negative thoughts you've ever had When your cup gets empty you can drink from mine I'll drink all the promises you left behind You had a bad day so I'll turn the other cheek If I try to resist you'll call me weak So I take it because somehow the alternative hurts much worse Is this really my life or is it a curse Break my things like you break my heart You can break my soul but I'll still make art Feels so pathetic how I can't walk away It's the only feeling worse than if I stay You know this so You threaten it often The only way I'm leaving is in my coffin