Do you love me,
or don't you?
Make up your mind.
Do you want to be with me,
or don't you?
Make up your mind.
My heart is ripping at the seams.
Do you see that?
Your beautiful nightmare is invading my dreams.
And the only thing that fills the night air are my screams.
Terror after terror,
Fright after fright,
My bad dreams all seem
to be part of a scheme,
to rip me apart
seam by seam.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Do you love me,
or don't you?
Make up your mind.
Do you want to be with me,
or don't you?
Make up your mind.
My heart is ripping at the seams.
Do you see that?
Your beautiful nightmare is invading my dreams.
And the only thing that fills the night air are my screams.
Terror after terror,
Fright after fright,
My bad dreams all seem
to be part of a scheme,
to rip me apart
seam by seam.
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