Tekster: Esthero. Wikked Lil' Grrrls. My Torture.

Set myself on fire, anything to turn your head
I won't deny this, I'm burning from the things you said
Now you got me running around and all that I have found is I can't afford him
All I got is spare change 'cause he was my fortune, my torture

Had myself a lover, I liked him 'cause of all of the books that he read
And he was like no other boy that I had ever met before
And I loved all the things that he said
I wanted to heal him, I did not plan on staying as long
I didn't think I would need him, so how did he become my torture, my torture

My, my, my

My torture, it's always the, always the sweetest thing
Where do I go? What do I do with this heart?
My torture, my torture

I want you to comfort me, I want you to stop disturbing my sleep
I really thought you were my king, I thought you were my king
I want it to stop hurting so bad
So bad, so bad, so bad