• A sore stings and aches,
    on the pain that isn't fake,
    treated like an abused toy,
    and the thing that hurt brought you joy,

    I can't release the pressure,
    Beneath my skin,
    for all that pressure,
    is stuck within,

    And I only I,
    Is left with the question why,
    You would just break my tools,
    So I'm left a confused fool,

    No no you're not sorry,
    and neither am I,
    Your rubber I'm glue,
    and the anger never dies,

    Nobody but me will fix what's mine.