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
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.
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