What hurts me is the same as what hurts you
The feeling I’ve been used
The shifting glance disguising truth.
The words you say behind my back
When pot calls kettle black.
The names you use against me
When you purposely offend me.
Pretending all is well
While we both stew in hell.
What hurts me is the same as what hurts you
When the words you speak abuse
When my kindness you refuse.
How you know right where to cut
How you do it just for fun.
The way that you avoid
The ways that you annoy
How you push me to the wall
How you trip me so I fall.
What hurts the most is standing at your door
And knocking more and more
You continue to ignore.
The Quick and the Dead 