Fly off the handle once again And now its too late I hear the door slam shut your gone and now its too late I can still feel the sting Of your hand across my face Again the last thing that i wanted was to hurt you Still im sitting alone again I feel im writing the same thing again And if i wanted to i can just shut up now i know that i've got nothing to prove to you and still im fighting cuz theres something to prove too I hear your car drive in the lot Its 3 this morning I dont know how to feel Or what to say how should i act Where have you been What could i do Your drunk im sorry Then we lay down i feel so dumb I wish you'd kill me