There's broken glass laying around the floor where our bodies lay, blood is smeared across our bodies. Typical fight we had, Always ending with someone losing control. Were to stubborn to just walk away. Our love is to deep to call it quits. How many more nights like this are we gonna have before neither one of us have nothing left. My mother tells me I deserve better, My father says he wants to kill you, I want to leave I just don't know how. I look over at you just to see if your still breathing, you look back at me and say "I'm sorry baby I love you" Those same words are said every other time and yet we end up like this. I pull myself up off the floor and sweep up the glass and clean my wounds, Grab the keys and walk out. Its over I am not coming home this is it I have had enough.