| Fighting |
| Fighting day and night People say that it's not right I lie and tell myself Everything will be alright The fighting just gets worse And then the pushing starts I try to break away And yell for you to stop You don't even hear me Or feel me bite your skin I feel the floor against my face As You walk out of the room Not strong enough to leave You say "sorry" and I forget But how will you say "I'm sorry" While I'm lying right there, dead? ©2003 Veronica Veenstra |