You tell me to behave
well your digging my grave
to bad you made me sad
to bad you made me glad
I\'m chocking in my insanity
you broke through my shell of ceramity
you say, because of you I\'m alive
well your not, he is, he is my everything
your words, feelings, nothing to me
all i need and want is he
you can go burn in h3ll
my soul to you I wont sell
