No Longer

You have a lot of fucking nerve
every other day you start a fight
every other day you piss me off to the point
of thinking of ways to murder you

Thinking it, planning it,
the desire to follow through
You think you can win this psych war?
Know what you're fucking fighting for

No longer will I carry this guilt and shame
No longer will I wait for your approval
I fucking hate you, and I promise
This is the last time. I'm not crawling back

Fuck you and your thoughts of perfection
Fuck you and your ideal image of us
Fuck your tactics in accusing me of doing fuck all wrong
I'm so sick of the shit you put me through.

The next time you see me
I will be laying in the ground
Free from your fucking reigns
free from your goddamn criticism.