Nothing To Prove

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