Bruce Dickinson

You knew I wouldnt go
Thats why you threatened me
Would I stay?
Said I was sick, and Id be alone
Said my mind was not my own
I didnt learn...
You crawled up on your knees
A victims pretty-please
Would I stay? would I stay?
And I stayed...
(how many more times)
How many more times
Till I broke down from that guilty mess?
(how many more times)
You taught me to hate to love you
Thats because you love to hate yourself
I wish it had a happy end
Like the fairy tales pretend there can be