Dr.Real Keeps It Phil - Ennui Breathes Malice

I feel so fucking sorry for you

If this is how you expect to be treated, then I feel terribly sorry for you

I’m so sorry — I feel awfully sorry for you

If this is how you insist on being treated, I feel terribly sorry for you

He’s not sorry — He’ll show no sign of mercy to you

Don’t get bitter — Get fucking better

Find better — Go get well

Hairline cracks in your ribcage and muddy footprints on your skirt

Emphasise this reiterates daily — Abuse won’t cease;

Violence won’t end until you pack your bags and go

Bury this behaviour in the sand before they outline you in chalk — Go

When did he decide that it was suitable to smack the shit through your

beautiful children?

How could you approve of it, or see it fit to let him lay his hands on innocent

kids?

When did he decide that it was suitable to kick crap through your precious

children?

How could you approve of it?

A gelatinous jawline beneath heavily powdered cheeks, can’t disguise your

perpetual terror

Bruising won’t ease;

suffering won’t end until you tie your boots and go

Bury his behaviour in the sand before they house your family in caskets — Go

Over and over and over again — Again and again and again til it’s over

No means no — No means no

What you want and what you get are often two quite separate things

Very, very, very different things — No means no — No means no — Go

If this is how you expect to be treated, then I feel terribly sorry for you

He’s not sorry — I feel so fucking sorry for you

Show no mercy — Shown no mercy

But this is how you expect to be treated

I just want to get off, so I can finally move on

We just need to move on