Punching Bag

Abused by a vile tongue
Turning my pure heart into hatred
He had a way of making my ears bleed
He washed me in possession
Every breath I took I had to ask for
I wasn't love, I never was
For him I was a nice ass
A great set of tits
A pretty mouth
That pussy he needed to control
I wasn't seen, I wasn't there
It was all lies, all the time
I could taste everything I couldn't have
He was always in his own way,  riding the fence on love and hate
He pulled me into his sinking pit
Used me as his verbal punching bag
He was going down but he'll be God damned if he's going alone