You're like Hell
You don't have the prerogative
Of getting me out of trouble
Are you lost or not?
You've lost yourself a little bit
I admit I'm going down
I'd rather go ahead and hit my head against the wall every time, and you
You're like Hell
It's so hard to resist
Hoping is easier when you're dying
Anyway, that's true for me
Don't ask yourself why
The queen is missing a king
Are you lost or not?
You've suffered a little bit
I admit I'm going down
I'd rather go ahead and hit my head against the wall every time, and you
You're like Hell
It's so hard to resist
Hoping is easier when you're dying
Anyway, that's true for me
No, I don't want to be in Hell with you
I don't want to insist
And I don't care anymore
If you can't live here
Like you say
You're like Hell
It's so hard to resist
Hoping is easier when you're dying
Anyway, that's true for me
You're like Hell
It's so hard not to getaway
Hoping while you're dying is an illness that never goes away
You're like Hell