Shown the door

Whatever I am now after this, has gotta be better than a corpse For you to understand I have to tell you that I've cut myself before Levels of frustration, depravation, exasperation, damaged at the core If I don't go along with what she wants then I'm often shown the door Not ever able to express, or even get respect, she always has to top the score Her words have the ability, to shatter me, to drop me to the floor So confused, didn't know what to do, rage that could Make me roar You mostly complain, I've been constrained, made to do things I deplore Whatever I am now after this, has gotta be better than a corpse