Kicked To The Curb

You kick me down yet again
Blow after blow I fall to the ground
The sounds of bones hitting cement
Pleases and teases your senses
How much blood do I have to spill?
How many tears do I have to cry?
Does it take to make the pain go away?
I beg for mercy but there is none
Your need to hurt is too great
Yet still I yearn for your love
I told you I wasn’t perfect, no one is
But you ignored that, be a saint instead
But how can I when you’re the devil incarnate
There’s no rest for the wicked as you
Continue kicking, punching, screaming
My mutilated body left on the street
So ill make it easy, just let me go
Ill put my mouth on the curb
And let you deal the final blow