You've 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 insde your head
Now I would swear that there must be a thousand possibilities to mend your heart
Now take these words and tie them up and give them back
Give them back
For I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you
You can call collect and I reject your foul abuse and your language
Where's your sense of etquette? Can't you assess the damage?
I would swear that there must be a thousand personalities insde your head
Now I would swear that there must be a thousand possibilities to mend your heart
Now take these tears and cry them in your pillow, dear
And I'll be near
For I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you
I would swear that there must be a thousand personalities insde your head
Now I would swear that there must be a thousand possibilities to mend your heart
Now take these tears and cry in them your pillow, dear
And I'll be near
For I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you