Cliche, much?

I cannot imagine anything
More painful than your voice
The sudden, bleeding, biting sting
But I don't have a choice

I listen and I never talk
And every word you say
Takes my heart, piece by piece
And breaks it more each day

I can't imagine anything
More sorrowful than this:
That even though you hurt me so
I can't live without your kiss

The devil's eyes, the devil's lips
Do damage my young soul
And even though I can't stand this
It would hurt me more to go