fly off the handle once again and now its too late
i hear the door slam shut you're gone and now its so late
i can still feel the sting of your hand across my face
again the last thing that i wanted was to hurt you
still i'm sitting alone again
i feel i'm writing the same thing again
and if i want to i can just shut up
now i know that i've got
nothing to prove to you
and still i'm fighting cause there's
something to prove too
i hear your car drive in the lot its three this morning
i don't know how to feel or what to say how should i act
where have you been what could i do you're drunk i'm sorry
then we lay down i feel so numb i wish you'd kill me
