Does it make you laugh to think I tried to make sure you’re okay?
That I spent hours talking you out of suicide every day?
How about those nights when I couldn’t just force myself to sleep?
Do you realize you’re the reason for those cuts that were so deep?

Does it crack you up to think that I always tried to help you?
Did you know all along that there was nothing that I could do?
And did you still try to tell me that you wanted me to stay?
Especially when you knew you would just hurt me either way?

Is it funny to you that I struggled to hide every bruise?
While you just sat around and tried to drown all your pain in booze?
How about those pills that you just never could seem to drop?
Does it make you smile to think I cried those nights you couldn’t stop?

How about those phone calls when you would tell me I was nothing?
Were you looking for enjoyment when you caused my pain and suffering?
Was it just fun and games that night you got angry and hit me?
Did you think saying “Sorry” was enough for you to keep me?

Have you ever thought that I might get up and walk out the door?
Do you think it’s gonna hurt me when you’re begging on the floor?
I’ve stayed with you for far too long, and suffered too much abuse…
I think it’s time I walk away, and put my strength to good use.