Drowning.

You don't know me,

And I doubt you ever did

Your questions have no end;

Salty cheeks and runny makeup

Are all you'll ever see

I think you're enjoying this

Just a guess, but it's true

God, I hope I never act

The way you do.

But your face is mine and

The mirror's making me cry

If I could get out of here, and

If I could get you out of there,

I think there's a hope of

Normalcy one day.

But I doubt it like I always do,

While you're throwing fits

And drinking booze.

I'm not your punching bag,

So could you restrain yourself, please?

I'm tired of you but it seems

I've caught your fatal disease.

So I sit and I hate all

That I see and Oh God,

Just let me drown in your sea.