The Last Punch
Hit, scream, pound, punch
Have I learned my lesson
Have I had enough
I taste my blood
I writhe in pain
I made you mad
My fault again
You know the answers
You're always right
I'm wrong to doubt you
So let's not fight
Please settle down
We'll go to bed
I know you're so sorry
About the cut on my head
As you sleep I'll be awake
I've packed a bag, few things I'll take
I'll run from here Run from you.
Don't look you won't find me not ever its true
And then my life will start again.
I'll heal my soul . Meet new friends.
Fall in love. Be me again.
And you will be all alone.
Drunk and angry in once was home
I hope you change. Get the help that you need.
Cause you'll never again put your damn hands on me
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