Fly off the handle once again
And now its too late
I hear the door slam shut
your gone and now its too 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 wanted to I can just shut up
now I know that i've got nothing to prove to you
and still im fighting cuz theres something to prove too

I hear your car drive in the lot
Its 3 this morning
I dont know how to feel
Or what to say how should I act

Where have you been
What could I do
Your drunk im sorry
Then we lay down I feel so dumb
I wish you'd kill me