Torn Apart

Yes sir, no sir
I feel like I'm in a military academy
Your yelling scares me bad enough
No need to lay a hand
It's like I'm under house arrest
Feeling myself feel lower than dirt
That's the way you make me feel, like dirt
Your hit is like a bullet wound, killing me instantly
Your words stabbing at my heart
Sharp pains cover every inch of me
I'm torn apart with each move you make
Deader than dead with every breath you take
More anger with each glance
I believe I'm lower than dirt
And no one can change that feeling.