When the one you love plays games with your heart and then turns you into a psycho... maybe I'll admit how I feel before your gone might even allow you to touch my heart may even let you turn me on Or should I go numb? for my electricity I'd like you to start only you can fulfill my desire but I dread the thought we may part leaving behind this fire that burns through my flesh melting the ice around my heart leaving me heartless like globs of paint disguised as art is my emotions phony that's what I've become for hiding from pleasure is what I do fearsome of not being accepted by you.
When the one you love plays games with your heart and then turns you into a psycho... maybe I'll admit how I feel before your gone might even allow you to touch my heart may even let you turn me on Or should I go numb? for my electricity I'd like you to start only you can fulfill my desire but I dread the thought we may part leaving behind this fire that burns through my flesh melting the ice around my heart leaving me heartless like globs of paint disguised as art is my emotions phony that's what I've become for hiding from pleasure is what I do fearsome of not being accepted by you.
