They say that youe black and blue. She says shes seen the worst of you. And i dont care if you care that i know. She told me that you fought violently by the door. She told you to stop. And you broke down, the next morning. Only to turn to the bottle when the sun came up. I cant bare to see us this way, so timorous and terrified. We're terrified. Where did you go? Who have you become?
