I feel terrified of this simple life. the picket fences look like balls in the pen. but when you make me bleed, i can feel something, you spark my senses, could you do it again? yeah, could you do it again?
You hurt me so good when you talk like that, you twist my arm break it,and you tell me i'm bad. but if you could , i know that you would. you hurt me so, hurt me so hurt me so good, so good, yeah you know you hurt me so good.
I'm sick and tired in bed, cause when i want you dead, that's when i need you, and i can't leave it alone, why do i ask for this? i'm such a mass-a- kiss , i swear i hate you, so could you do it again? (could you do it again?) yeah, could you do it again?