Maybe I like the feeling
of being pushed around
Maybe I like being choked
and falling to the ground
Maybe I like to hear you
tell me that you hate me
Because at least it's a conversation
Maybe I like the way you treat me
There is no need for contemplation
Maybe I like to be spit on
And told that I am nothing
Maybe I like to be sit on
At least you're using me...
Maybe I like the pain of every stinging word...
Maybe I like that fact that by you I'm never heard...
Maybe I like to look in your eyes and see them burn with hate...
Maybe I like this feeling, maybe I think it's great...
Maybe I like it when you stab me in the back...
Maybe I like being treated like a doormat...
Maybe I like being walked upon...
Or maybe, just maybe it's time to run, away from the pain and the tears you caused...
And into the rain and just take a pause...
A moment to think, a moment of peace...
So I can get myself together...
I'm begging you please...
Or maybe I don't want freedom...
Maybe I'm happy where I stand...
Or maybe I lieing to myself...
Maybe I like the sting of your hand...
Maybe I'll remain on this shelf...
That dust has rest upon...
Or maybe someday you'll take me down...
And realize you were wrong...
Maybe, just maybe...