Because

Hey you..
  I don’t think I have it in me to fight anymore.  It’s like we’re just dancing around in these great big circles and I just can’t anymore. I’m dizzy and it’s starting to feel like I might have to throw up and that sucks.
  I don’t enjoy the way we are anymore and that sucks.
  I don’t (think) I blame you, not really, but I have to admit that I tried.. I just don’t understand what you want me to do. I mean damn, does everything have to be done just the way you decide it should be? Does everything have to be so fucking black and white all the time?   
  Where do we meet in the middle? When do we compromise? What are we doing beyond tearing each other apart all day long?
  Because this sucks.
  I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to get hurt and I don’t know how much more I can do..
  I don’t wanna give up on Us yet..
  I don’t wanna believe you when you say that you hate me..
  I don’t think our story has even begun to get real..
  But the things that you say… The things that you feel…

  How do I make my way through it all without falling apart?

  How can I call it constructive when your words so often break me?
  How, when you don’t even see it? You don’t see the way some of the ‘feelings’ you’re so hell bent to share are destroying my soul.
  But it’s my fault that we are the way that we are… It’s my fault you feel like you do… Or so you say…

  These are the things you scream out into the world when you are unhappy and don’t believe I will find out. These are the things you spit in my face..