First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings Only at first did it have its appeal...

It turned colder that's where it ends So I told her we'd still be friends Then we made our true love vow Wonder what she's doing now...

In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentance Fame hooker, prostitute wench, vomits her mind But in the cultural sense I just speak...

So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see Perfect paradise, tearin' at the seams I wish I could escape, I don't wanna fake it Wish I...

And another one bites the dust But why can I not conquer love? And I might've got to be with one Why not fight this war without weapons?...