The words they come out easy,
he wishes I was dead,
these words they cut deep in my heart,
and then mess with my head,
I know he doesn't mean it,
and I know he can't control,
I try to reason all I can,
but battle with his soul,
behind the ugly things he says,
I see its all a show,
and the love we have from all our days,
I know will only grow.
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