Scary

Draw in a deep breath, 
And boom your voice through my skull.
You scare me to death,
But there's never a day that's dull.

Tell me you're sorry and things are going to change,
"Well they'll change tomorrow baby not today".
Then tomorrow you slam the door against my face, 
Wipe off the blood and tell me "It's okay".

And I tried to leave you just the other day,
But I woke up bruised and unable to recall.
You know whenever you speak to me it's a power play,
And if anyone asks you'll tell them "it was just a fall".

I'm going to take the dog, and I'm going to leave.
And you'll still sit here and refuse to grow. 
And all of the love I had is going to turn to grief,
But if I'm going to heal, then I've just gotta let you go.

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