Isn't it strange, Love?
Isn't it charmingly deranged?
I am human, I should crave
for things I don't deserve
but I'm afraid of your love
I just need a touch of pain
Just a shot of self-disdain
to withstand your love
Wish me well, love
Wish me what's best for me - wish me hell
For as long as I'm a failure
I can handle success
I can stand feeling blessed