Good Enough.
You held me down and screamed you wanted me to die
but honey you know..
you know I'd never hurt you that way.
You're just so pretty in your pain.
So run..run..run.
And HATE ME if it feels good, I can't hear your screams anymore.
You lied to me, but I'm older now.
And I'm not buying, baby.
Demanding my response..
Don't bother breaking the door down.
I've found my way out..
And you'll never hurt me again.