Laughing in the face of my own mistake
Laughing as the tears, tears roll down my cheeks
Oh, to love, the wrong man
Scratching at the door of my foolishness
I didnât want to know
I didnât want to think
Oh, betrayal
Now I see
Tiptoe through my own bedroom
Donât disturb my thoughts
When itâs through whoâs black and blue?
Thereâs nothing fair in love and war
Was I just too young to know the consequence?
Did I give away too much?
Does the woman always give?
Oh, to love
Does it make us weak?
Now the memories are flowing like a wave
Everything looks different
Love has gone away
Empty space
Can I breathe?
Tiptoe through my own bedroom
Bombs are going off
When weâre through whoâs leaving who?
I canât look back
Iâm blown away
Tiptoe through my own bedroom
Pick up what I dropped
Iâm not through with you
In love and war, thereâs nothing left