It�s the same old story
Time and again
They leave me here, in tears

They yell and scream
Make me mad
Then say, �What the heck is wrong with you?�
Do I really need to answer?
If I do, it�d be worse

I don�t ask for much
I don�t cause much harm
You do, and it�s killing

Killing me, my soul
Killing my feelings
Advancing my tears
Increasing the pain
Stop, please!

I try to be nice
I try to not argue
But sometimes, I cant

As I sit here
Drying the tears
I know you mean well
But sometimes
You don�t.