What did I do wrong will you tell me what I did wrong.

Was it a first offence? How long had you been harbouring that venom? You could have used your words, then you wanted them to hurt and so I let �em never would I beseech you as some sadistic vengeance exercise to endure what you put me through I don�t think you would pull out on the other side.

I know you had a temper but I guess I thought I was immune Felt it as you severed my mind, tore it all of the way through and I was strawberry picking, you were gathering ammunition to use And the shrapnel digs in my mind has not been silent since you.