• There you are again
    Trying to spread the pain.
    Doing the same things-when you hurt me
    How ironic could you be.

    You do know how much pain you give others
    I guess you won't care because when you play around you can find other lovers.

    You can play all you want with us
    But at the end you will regret it-with all the girls with a fuss.
    Of how much hurt and pain
    In their heart and brain.

    With that game
    Your love game-after it is all you to blame.
    You think it wasn't you fault
    But it was you-who put us in your little cult.

    And now you will see
    What a mess your little game could be.