I’m a masochist for love,
I couldn’t give you up
Sweeter dreams of yesterday
Are a lust that’s gone today
I’m a masochist for love
I gave my all not to give you up
Writing rhymes of wondrous romance
Trapped in feelings like a trance
I’m a masochist for love
Take the beating, give a hug
It’s only masochism when not returned
And believe me, girl, I’ll take the burn
A body that is bruised
Can indefinitely still be whole
What matters the most
Is the condition of your soul
Purity and peace
Hopefulness on bending knees
All these things you don’t possess
That you still never took from me.