You knew I wouldn’t go, that’s why you threatened me,   would I stay?   Said I was sick and I’d be alone, said my mind was not my own   I didn’t learn...   You crawled up on your knees, a victim’s pretty-please   Would I stay? Would I stay? And I stayed...      How many more times till I broke down   from that guilty mess?   You taught me to hate to love you,   that’s because you love to hate yourself      I wish it had a happy end, like the fairy tales pretend   there can be   But things are not the same when your life love was a game   of make-believe   You’ve got everything you want, but not everything you need   and it’s true - you receive what you achieve      How many screaming fights, tears of rage, until it ended?   How many more times till I say who I am and don’t pretend?      How many more times till I broke out of that guilty mess?   How many more times till I say who I am and don’t pretend?