Hope you’re happy now

Hey you
How’s your boyfriend?
Does he make you happy
Like the thought of me dead

Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me dead
Like the thought of me -

I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back

My pulse is rapid to the touch
My hands are clammy to the embrace
Never feeling like my heart is the right pace
I’m tired of seeing the disgust on your face
And my heart goes

I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back
I’m your fucking punching bag
Your words hit me in the back