I don't love you

well, when you go
so never think I'll make you turn to say
and maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way
and after all this time that you still owe
you're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
so take your gloves and get out, better get out,
while you can

when you go would you even turn to say,"I don't love you, like I did, yesterday,"

sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
so sick and tired of all the needless beating
but baby when they knock you, down and out,
its where you oughta stay
and after all the blood that you still owe
another dollar's just another blow
so fix your eyes and get up, better get up,
while you can

when you go
would you have the guts to say,"I don't love you, like I did, yesterday,"