The Sadist & The Masochist

Would it be better if you killed me?
Sprawled on the floor bleeding
For you my love, I'm pleading
Slit my throat, I'll stop breathing

Maybe then you'll see the truth
You're a sadist in need of a cure
Living a hell that pleasures you
You hate it, but always say "I do"

So baby, use me, use me
I'll be your punching bag, but living
Kick me, hurt me, oh so happily
But only if you continue loving me

Within the comfort of these walls
Away from judgmental eyeballs
Treat me like you do oh so well
The world will never know this hell

Afraid of mirrors aren't ya? Who's the punching bag?
The sadist is the masochist. The truth? At a mirror's glimpse.

So baby, use me, use me
I'll be your punching bag, but living
Kick me, hurt me, oh so happily
But only if you continue loving me

You know I'm your split personality
This pain we feel makes us happy
I'm the sadist you're the masochist
We are one for eternity

So baby, use me, use me
I'll be your punching bag, but living
Kick me, hurt me, oh so happily
But only if you continue loving me...