*This is a song*


Don't talk to me,
About yesterday.
Enough was said,
I'm about to pay.
Can't take no more,
Same damn fight,
So fucking sick,
Every damn night.

But why stay silent,
when it hurts like hell.
So why stay silent,
It's hard to tell.

Your harsh words,
Your icy glare,
Your abstinance,
Your penetrating stare.
Won't take no more,
Of the same thing,
Over and over,
And over again.

But why stay silent,
when it hurts like hell.
So why stay silent,
It's hard to tell.

"So when you start telling me what I can and cannot do, it's not a relationship no more...it's a goddamn dictatorship...A fucking dictatorship!"

Don't talk to me,
About yesterday.
Enough was said,
I'm about to pay.
Can't take no more,
Same damn fight,
So fucking sick,
Every damn night.

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