I have [bad word] nails deep into this love 
You`re so right it`s all my fault 

 [bad word] me
I lie to girls to save this paranoid love affair 
I`ve pushed my luck again

Now it`s time for a radical change
cause IВґm about to break down 
The mental war machine creeps on 
Little strokes fell big oaks
It`s like starring on the clock that tells
time is threatening your life
I implode and explode

You destroy the thing you love
No- it`s the other way around
What you love destroys you
You keep on thinking it`s your fault
I swear next time I have to choose
I`ll choose myself 
Maybe I`m fine when IВґm alone

I`ll push my luck again and again