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After all the anger I've raged
All the feelings that have aged,
And even after all of those tears
I begin to wonder why you're here.

I get down a little too much
Only to make you my crutch
Promsing next time, it'll be different
Saying that next time, I'll be decent.

The anger stings through my veins again,
I guess it happens every now and then,
Taking it out on the only target
Until each word feels like a cut.

My ups and downs were never easy
From me screaming like a mad banshee
To swinging and punching the wall.
Why do you deal with me at all?

It seems like no matter what I do
I always seem to hurt only you
I get down on my knees
Begging, baby please.

You pick me up, help me dust myself off
I tell you "I'm sorry" with with a scoff
But I really do mean it when I say I love you
And I'm sorry for what I put you through.