It Hurts


I know what you're saying
It still isn't clear
I'm not about to start praying
It's more then I can bear

These moments you put me in
Their stacked so you can win
I end up taking it on the chin
Reduced to a bottle of gin

It hurts the words you say
More with each passing day
It hurts like a knife
That stab away my life

Your dropping a storm on me
Drowning in a salt sea
So cruel and full of torment
My tolerance is all but spent

What is the cause of your pain
Stop hitting me with a train
I'm not here to end your reign
Don't look at me like a stain

It hurts the way you are
You punish me like a Czar
It hurts to the bone
While high on your throne

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