He puts me though hell, but I call it love
Controlling me, but I call it protection
Yelling and cursing, but I say he’s just making his point
Telling me what to do, but I call it guidance
I’m not wrong, he’s protecting me
guiding me to answers I need
Making impacts with every word he barks at me….
but is he protecting me or himself?
There shouldn’t be good and bad days
We shouldn’t have a public relationship to show as we cover our real one
I shouldn’t be living like this
Because he puts me through hell, but
I call it