Erasure

You made your bed, now lie in it. you masochist of mayhem.
This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever.
I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside you head
Now I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend you heart
Now take these words & tie them up
& give them back, give them back
For I .............
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.
You call collect & I reject your foul abuse & your language