Lyrics Abusive - Kori Mullan

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

You made me feel so special
Now you make me feel ruined
I can't believe I was with you
It made me look a fool
So naïve, maybe I do have an issue
But really, is that the issue?
I came running back like a lost puppy
You told me that you loved me and you start to hug me
I know I should resist it, but I can't help it
I don't really want to
I don't wanna resist it
The magic I'm addicted, the arguments I'm drawn to
Is it weird I feel so happy when I hate you?
When I'm supposed to love you?
I tried to write you off, I became a lost cause
Now I watch you break the law
I really fucking hate you
You took my love for granted
Gaslighting, all the lies, all the police reports
Look at where we were, now look at where we are
Is this what we are?

You were abusive, treading on eggshells around you
You were abusive, always skating on thin ice
You were abusive, tip-toeing around you

Now look what you've done, wishing I had a gun
Praying to the Lord that He'll take either me or you
I said to the Dark Lord, "Look me in the eyeball"
"Can you put this nasty fag to hell, I can't really deal"
Now I'm dancing with the devil and he couldn't stand still
You get so wound up, I'm pretty sure my ADHD lives in you
I'm tired of acting pretty, suck on your mum's titty
You nasty fucking Fat Billy
We put knives in each other's backs
But for some reason we have our backs
Maybe I'm a masochist, I enjoy the pain
Please baby, twist the knife in deeper so I can bleed out
Either me or you can stay, not together now
Maybe it's for the best, we should have left
Now we're stuck in a cycle, what a debacle
It used to be me and you versus the world
Now it's me versus you

You were abusive, treading on eggshells around you
(You were, you were, you were, you were)
You were abusive, always skating on thin ice
(On ice, on ice, on ice, on ice)
You were abusive, tip-toeing around you
(Tip-toeing, tip-toeing, tip-toeing)

Tip-toeing, tip-toeing, tip-toeing
Tip-toeing, tip-toeing, tip-toeing
Tip-toeing, tip-toeing, tip-toeing
Skating on ice, you were
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

This album is for you
You thought I was done with you?
Aha, just know this, yeah
I'm not done with you
I'm not gonna let you have the final say
I'm not gonna give you have the power
I'm not done with you!
Now get the fuck out of here
You fucking fatty
No one likes you, and no one takes you seriously
You fat fuck