I have mixed feelings about posting this because of the language used, but I think that the themes here touch a spot with many of us and that the adults and young ones who are caught up in spouse abuse and families disintegrating (and maybe reforming) all hear this language and know this pain and anger. I also hope that they know or come to know the love and solidarity we see here.
I was taking every hit from you
You drive-by shooting son of a bitch, and I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done
Who told you that you could rewrite the rules, and do you
Really take me for a goddamn fool cause I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done
And you can drag me out before some authority
If that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door
You've been punching my weaknesses, slandering my name
You spent all your time trying to place your blame, and I'm done
Ohhh, I'm done
I used to think I hold the best parts of me
To sew the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams
And I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done
And I'm sorry that you don't like your life
But I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life
My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you
No, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you
Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules
Wait for me to fuck up, and find yourself some proof
And I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done
You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line
Yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile
And I'm done
Oh whoa, I'm done
And you can drag me out before a judge and authorities
If that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door
Well I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door
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