WHAT KIND OF LOVE?


I aint’ getting out of bed anymore
I’ve been trying but what for?

I’m sick of fighting this war
when I always end up crashing on the floor

Everyday is always the same,
I’m just so tired of playing this game

what’s the point of it all ?
when I always end up crashing on the floor?



I’ve been trying and trying, and fighting and hiding to get away from you
but you always, you just always seem to find your way outside my door


What kind of love is isolation, in need of constant need of explanation?
what kind of love brakes your bones, just endless accusations?

You banished my friends and family and made it seem like it was me,
but I ain’t taking it, taking it, taking it, taking no more!



I ain’t getting out of bed anymore
and now I have a gun on the floor

and it’s loaded so I am waiting for
you to come around, knocking at my door

So it’s bad luck if you really think
that I’m not ready to let the ship sink

so once more try to approach me
And it will be the end of you I guarantee

I’ve been trying and trying...