Talk about me not to me
it's not like I can hear you.
No, please, don't let me stop your rant.
Carry on with how I'm such a ***** --
how I'm heartless and cruel --
Please tell them all,
I wouldn't want to love, anyway --
Yes, that's right.
Why would I want love?
Why would I want to feel the strong embrace of a man,
to know I'm safe and wanted,
to feel blush soil my pale complexion...?
Why would I deserve that?
Who could possibly love me
after all you've told them?
I guess I should thank you.
Now I won't hurt anyone --
won't hurt myself anymore.
I'll never have to cry again --
for joy or sadness.
So, thank you for turning me numb --
I wouldn't want it any other way.