We've all been there a time or two
even more
locking horns
battle of wits
wanting so bad to even the score
son of a bitch
Taking everything you had
not just monetarily
flesh picked clean
still ravaging
Not satisfied yet
push you past the breaking point
become someone you're not
you loathe the type
Try to walk away
nipping at your heels
knowing oh so well
how to take you down
you've been vulnerable
Like a knife through the heart
followed by brass knuckles to the jaw
You are left lying there
wondering where you went wrong
how you could have ever said
I love you...
