Third Person
He tried his best to be a good man, he built his life with his own hands. He never asked for too much. He had someone he could love. Then you... it [bad word] makes me sick how fast you can [bad word] and break, how fast you can tear apart what they once had. When you ripped, when you forced, when you made, when you showed her what it means to hate; what it really means to take. Now there are no more smiles, no more happy times. She just cries, she is dead inside. And you smile, because you know you'll get away. He can't face the fact that things will never be the same. How can he make things better, when she can't even look him in the face? She just stares at the wall, and he misses her so much. Your word against hers, no it won't add up. And in a while, it will fade. She'll forget, and he'll forget. Well your theory goes out the door the night she slit her throat, and he holds her close and screams your name, pledges on his life to take you down, no matter what the cost. You want to push on us because we're civilized? As he looks up with tear soaked eyes. he's breaking through the laws that keep him from you. [bad word] a knife or gun at your head, would it make you feel bad, or just sad that you were caught? Do you even care that you pushed her to these ends? Look at what you've done. You just made your worst enemy, so get on your knees and pray for one more day of life, for one more day of peace. And I hope that you, and I know that you get what you deserve.