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