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 a**ess 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.