Oh, it was like gasoline,
To a fire already fueled.
Oh it was everything,
Was just slipping, slipping away.
Oh, it was like your guillotine,
Too bad you already lost your head,
Oh it was like some kind of dream,
Where the nightmare never ends,
Oh it was like your childhood,
You can’t help being raised by a hurricane.
Who taught you how to love yourself?
And made you into a man?
Such a beautiful, first mistake,
But they only see you where you stand,
I know that you can love yourself,
If you only let yourself,
Live again.
Oh it was like heaven,
The calm in the eyes of the storm.
Oh it was like the beginning,
Back to when you meant something,
Oh it was like lightning,
When it hits you right between the eyes,
Oh it was like your paradise,
Hanging gently from a fragile string,
Oh it was like music box,
With that one same line it always sings.
Oh it was like tragedy,
Oh it was like tragedy,
A slow moving current of help me.
Who taught you how to love yourself?
And made you into a man?
Such a beautiful, first mistake,
But they only see you where you stand,
I know that you can love yourself,
If you only let yourself,
Live again.
Who taught you how to love yourself?
And made you into a man?
Such a beautiful, first mistake,
But they only see you where you stand,
I know that you can love yourself,
If you only let yourself,
Live again.
