Make me

You make me hit and hurt and scream
And a better life is but a dream
And this pain, this hurt is growing
And hide it all, never showing
Outside lying, breaking, shatter
As if any of it could matter
And I won't cry, but I won't smile
Since happiness has been gone a while
And the substitute is weak, frail as glass
And we're all just waiting for it to smash
And I won't be surprised since I saw it coming
And I knew it was bad but this was something
I don't want, please, no, don't
And I'm begging you to stop but I know you won't