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.