I love it when you kick me,
while I’m lying on the floor,
it’s as if my endless torture,
is a sign begging for more.
You kill me with your venom,
you inject it through my veins,
I’m growing tired of your lying
but I guess it’s growing pains.
I’m accustomed to a bullet,
or a fist upon my face,
I’m quite happy to take punches,
while you slowly fall from grace
but I guess I’m getting tired,
so I’m heading out of town
I love the way you hit me,
the way you hit me
when I’m down.
Some people continue to scratch away at you while you’re beaten and bruised. You’re better than them, believe me you are. Stay positive 🙂 Not saying you should enjoy being beaten up though, just to clarify