The Punisher

Sticks and stones break my bones 
but words could kill me
I’m trying, trying not to lose my head
it feels like a punch in the face 
the things your saying
you got to find another form of ventilation

I know that it’s not me you are after
I know your chest is burdened with a heavy load
but I can’t be the matador 
when you are raging
you’ve got to find another form of recreation
 
You are the punisher
you are the punisher
just cause you’re the punisher 
doesn’t mean you should punish me

Cross my heart, swear I’ll die 
if you won’t hear me
I’m trying, trying just to sympathize
day after day we have the same conversation
I’m not accustomed to this form of desperation
I’m not accustomed to this form of desperation

You are the punisher
you are the punisher
why are you punishing me