You made your bed, now lie in it, you [bad word] of mayhem
This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever

I would swear that there must be
thousand personalities inside you head
I would swear that there must be
thousand possibilities to mend you heart

Now take these words & tie them up
& give them back, give them back

For I
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.

You call collect & I reject your foul abuse & your language
Where's your sense of etiquette? Can't you assess the damage?

I would swear that there must be
thousand personalities inside your head
I would swear that there must be
thousand possibilities to mend our hearts

Now take these tears & cry them in
Your pillow dear & I'll be near

For I
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.