Well I'll be talking to the one
That you never married
Always on my mind
I need to release that fury
 [bad word]  you never thought
That I'll be the one to worry

Be my kind
It makes you bleed
It makes you scream
It makes you want to join
The rest of the shenanigans

Well I've been talking to myself
For a while and I think
Of all the words you said
That stains and deceives my ego
It took me time to figure
How to believe in fairies

Be my kind
It makes you bleed
It makes you scream
It makes you want to join
The rest of the shenanigans

It makes you bleed
It makes you scream
It makes you want to join
The rest of the shenanigans