What else is there to say?

Once again you're making me pout

Pity-frowning

I know that's not what Love is about

So here's another toast

To the sensitive Soul that means the most

Sacred, fragile heart

Precious cargo

Momma told me from the very start

My revenge won't be targeted

Turning a broken heart into art

Into the f-f-fighter part

Don't follow me, I'm lost, too

Don't follow me, I'm lost, too

Don't don't follow me

Don't don't follow me

Don't follow me

Don't follow me

I'm lost, too!

I got no words

And here, your words ain't heard

I'd rather be slapped than pitied

Bay-Baby

I said

I got no words!

And here, your words ain't heard!

You know the mess it comes with

So why you keep on letting yourself slip?

Head is high

Insight bright

Don't follow me

I'm lost, too!

Head is high

Insight bright

Don't follow me

I'm lost, too!