You knew I wouldn’t go, that’s why you threatened me,

would I stay?

Said I was sick and I’d be alone, said my mind was not my own

I didn’t learn...

You crawled up on your knees, a victim’s pretty-please

Would I stay? Would I stay? And I stayed...



How many more times till I broke down

from that guilty mess?

You taught me to hate to love you,

that’s because you love to hate yourself



I wish it had a happy end, like the fairy tales pretend

there can be

But things are not the same when your life love was a game

of make-believe

You’ve got everything you want, but not everything you need

and it’s true - you receive what you achieve



How many screaming fights, tears of rage, until it ended?

How many more times till I say who I am and don’t pretend?



How many more times till I broke out of that guilty mess?

How many more times till I say who I am and don’t pretend