Scereaming, yelling, and door slamming.
Things were going so smoothly, I didn't know you were capable of cruelty.
Your fingertips tingle and burn my face.
Well I learned to not stay in this place.
You told people I fell, you didn't feel like hell?
I swore I wouldn't tell.
I didn't know what your mood would be everyday, but I still listened to every word you say.
Now I stray out on the streets where the moon and shadows meet.