I'm sick of pretending everything's okay
When it's not
I'm sick of acting as if it's my fault
When I did nothing
I'm tired of fighting with you over the smallest things
And coming within an inch of my sanity
I'm going insane from your deception
Violent from my rage
Burning anger
Ticking like a bomb
Tick...Tick...Tick
I'm going to blow
And when my fist comes close to your face, you'll know
That every negative comment you've made about me
And every instigated argument
Has been forever in my memory
Permanently etched into my mind, repeating itself
"Abusive, violent, hateful, terrible"
It's a prophecy coming true
And I swear to you
When the bomb ignites
In the dead of the night
You better run and hide
For soon you might die
Of your own hatred, your greed, your hurtful "innocent" words
You're going to be the murderer, not me
You'll take your own life, or the life of your own
Your sister could be drowned in her own blood by now
And you're so stuck in your own world
You wouldn't have noticed a thing unless it was online
Or on your deceitful addiction's bed
And you wouldn't have noticed the cuts on my neck
Unless it had been on the tv screen
And even then, it wouldn't be me
It'd be the stranger in your house
Who shares your blood, eats your food
And 'wants to destroy you'
