I was sure
On the cut you made me feel
Like hell
Kiss and tell
I said
Emotionally betrayed by the
Burden of another love
Never been the one to make you feel
At all
Never been the one to make you feel
Anything at all
I would cost
Wasn’t counting on my appeal to hell
In the way that you would ever tell
It was empotionaly depraved
By the
Thought of the Americas
Never been the one to make you feel
At all
Never been the one to make you feel
Anything at all
I reach out
To all my victims
You bastards
Tie up my loose ends
I reach out
To all my victims
You bastards
Better find me in the song
Check one cent
If you want him dead
Then itll hurt like hell
Make it look just like he fell
I said emotionally bereaved by the
Thought of even bigger love
Never been the one to make you feel
At all
Never been the one to make you feel
Anything at all
I reach out
To all my victims
You bastards
Better tie up my loose ends
I reach out
To all my victims
You bastards
Can find me in the song
I loved him
I really loved him
I loved him
I really loved him
I loved him
I really loved him
I reach out
To all my victims
You bastards
Can tie up my loose ends
I reach out
To all my victims
You bastards
Better find me in the song
