You made your bednow 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 backgive them back



For I .............

I see youI hear youI feel youI 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 youI hear youI feel youI love you.