I Am God's Punching Bag

Why don't you love me?

Why do you hate me so much?

I've done so many messed up things in the past, I admit

But why must everything and everyone

Be taken away from me?

Why must I feel so alone

When the rest of the world has friends?

Why must evil people come into my life

And take my heart for granted?

For I am your punching bag!

You never loved me at all

I am falling over the edge

And I have finally relapsed...

Why don't you love me at all

When I was faithful to you

And praised you to all the world?

I guess I am not good enough

To be a rose in your garden,

I guess I am not good enough

To live at all,

For I am your punching bag

I want to die,

For I am your punching bag

Life is all a lie,

For I am your punching bag

The empath never wins!

For I am your punching bag

My final hell begins.