You made your bed, now lie in it. You masochist of mayhem. This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever.
I would swear that there must be a thousand personalities inside you head now I would swear that there must be a thousand possibilities to mend you heart
now take these words tie them up give them back, give them back
for I ............. I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.
You call collect I reject your foul abuse your language Where's your sense of etiquette? Can't you assess the damage?
I would swear that there must be a thousand personalities inside your head I would swear that there must be a thousand possibilities to mend our hearts
now take these tears cry them in your pillow dear I'll be near
for I ............ I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.
