(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
You knew I wouldn't go, that's why you threatened me
would I stay?
Said I was sick, I'd be alone, said my mind was at my own
I didn't run
You crawled up on your knees, a victims pretty please
Would I stay? Would I stay? ...and I stayed
CHORUS:
How many more times till I broke down
from my guilty mess
You taught me to hate to love you
That's because you love to hate yourself
I wish it had a happy end, like the fairy-tales pretend
there can be
But things are not the same when your life love was a game
of make believe
You get everything you want but not everything you need
and it's true, you receive what you achieve
How many screaming fights tears of rage
until it ended
How many more times till I say who I am
and don't pretend
SOLO
How many more times till I broke down
from that guilty mess
How many more times till I say who I am
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