They're coming for me Running from the madhouse, they won't take me back Got the medicines to give me what I need Yes I'm burning up but music is my drug Doesn't matter if I shout or if I scream Men in white coats, coats, getting so close, close I feel a

Lately, I’ve been going crazy Baby, you don’t have to worry I’ll be coming back for you, back for you, back for you, you Right back for you Right back for you, right back So I’m coming back for you, back for you, back for you, you Whenever I close my

Nightcrawler Straight out of hell One of a kind Stalking his victim Don't look behind you Beware the beast in black You know he's coming back Night Crawler Howling winds keep screaming round

How can I fix what I fucked up? How can I, how can I Yeah, I'm in trouble, can't stop what's coming My hands are frozen into chains behind my back So please don't swallow down the key, let me out now Can't blame this one on bad luck Iced out, got hot,

Helter skelter, helter skelter Helter skelter When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer Yes, she is Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride

Girl I love you but your loving has gone forever Gonna miss you but my love has gone forever I say I love you but your loving has gone forever Girl I'm back in Spanish, ain't no trouble coming around You promise you will never let me down If you love me

They said it was too late for us But we are coming back to life A little every time we touch I wanna run away tonight I feel like I'm in love with you Tomorrow we can face the lie Right now, let's just Sunset rolling, summer stolen

To be stuck with you I'm coming back home I'm coming back home to you And yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed Sometimes it gets unhealthy We can't be by ourselves, we We'll always need each other, and Yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed I just want you to know

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your