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 Now 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 Wheres your sense of etiquette? Cant 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 & Ill be near For I ............ I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.