I need a little more help than a little bit. You keep me hanging on and on. I keep being used up and thrown away, hung like a towel out to dry. I keep
coming back and you say its ok, and I thought I had you understood, then you beat me up some more. I always come on back like dog to its master, I
don't how to say goodbye. I don't want it to end, but you leave me no choice as I slam the door and run. And when you find me alone, swinging to
and fro, in our favorite place to be, you take me in your arms, and say its ok, but inside I know its not. I push myself away. Don't treat me this way, and
throw me away. I am not something to be handled this way. I don't care who you are, just leave me alone, and never come back. I start walking away,
and as I look back, I see the sadness in your eyes. Then deep inside, some small part of me dies. And I cannot look away. And when I get home, I sit
on the bed, wondering what I've done. I take your photograph off the mantel, and tears well in my eyes. I called your house, there's no answer. I didn't
expect one anyway. As I'm falling asleep, I think in my head, what did I do to feel this way? I slip through the door, and over to your house. I knock on
the door, and you answer. You start to turn away. I shove my foot in the door jam, and catch your wrist. You try to pull away. I slip inside, and you try
to hit me. I take the blow, right to the face. My nose starts to bleed. I just stand there, and watch you cry. You lean into my shoulder, and start to sob,
as I sit down on the couch, and just sit there. After a couple of hours you've stopped crying, and fallen asleep. I'm still awake, I have been for the past
four hours. As my eyes start to close, I think of how it could have been. You on your bed, crying yourself to sleep. My in my room, cursing and angry,
wondering why, oh why, did I do this? And as you shift in your sleep, I now know why, I keep coming back for more…