It Doesn't Mean A Thing You don't have to lay a hand on me to leave scars along these arms, you don't have to push me into walls to leave bruises along my soul, you don't have to say you hate me for me to know that is exactly how you feel, you don't have to scream at me to keep me down, you don't have to call me names, but sometimes you do, and they may not break any of my bones, but they sure as hell break my spirit, you don't have to fuck other girls for me to feel inferior to them, you don't have to lie for me to know you aren't being honest, you don't have to stab me to make me bleed, you don't have to intend on hurting me for it to happen, you don't have to know what you're doing for it to be considered abuse, and you don't have to stop, don't even have to apologize, but on that note there's nothing that says I have to stick around, nothing to say I have to let it continue, nothing to say I have to forgive you, but just because I don't stay doesn't mean I've stopped loving you…