Tell me I'm the fool Say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me Tell me you've been tortured, tell me you've been beaten What I've done to you Even if it doesn't matter Doesn't matter what's true I know I've done wrong and I paid for it Just

Don’t take it for granted And when it happens It’s time to write your story Love is a temple No matter how and what it takes, to be there No fear that can’t be won by love There’s nothing that I can do I’ve set my mind on you The more that I see you’re

How could we lose sight Of what matters most Trying not to love What cannot love us back All we have is not worth living for If we do not know when to let go What is this life That we sling to it so tight Afraid that it will take from us

I'm walkin' out the door with you on my mind I walked into the street, talkin' to myself I met a brand new girl, phone to make a date You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do But every step away from you, I feel like cryin' No matter what my

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if

I leave it all in ruins 'Cause I don't know what I'm doing I'm hard on things that matter Hold a heart so tight it shatters So I stay away from things that break Time is ticking I was born a fool in a china cabinet Drawn to the delicate like it's a

Long enough now I'm strong enough To know you gotta go There's no more to say So save your breath No matter what I hear you say I'm telling you Strong enough and I quite crying I don't need your sympathy There's nothing you can say or do for me

Slow cheetah come Looks like it's on today Before my forest It's so euphoric No matter what they say Waking up dead inside of my head Will never never do there is no med No medicine to take I've had a chance to be insane

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And