I'm Used To It.

Im tired of this.
of being used,
for your entertainmeant,
always abused...

But I'm used to it.

I wish you would stop,
but there's no way.
That I could end this,
Or make it sway.
My body is sore,
My emotions bleed grey,
My head continues to roar...

But I'm used to it.

I want to lay down,
but I would never dare.
I know you're watching me,
You're always there.

But I'm used to it...

My anger is palpable,
My hatred so cold.
My fingers are itching,
For a warm love to hold...

But I'm used to it.

All I do is want,
for the love that I let go.
I wish that I still had him now,
his body has gone cold.

But I'm used to it.