My heart is trapped in torment
It's wrapped up in your clutch
I take these pills to fill my empty days
But it will never be your touch
My heart is torn in two
The pros often outweigh the cons
I know the fire I taste won't be enough
I crave what they perceive as wrong
This is why they call me a masochist
This is how I torture myself
By dangling rotten sugar plus from the rafters
High enough I won't reach them from hell
I wish I wasn't lost in your voice
The way it carries through the shelves
I pray to God that these feelings leave me
It's getting hard to control myself
I wish your scent wasn't intoxicating
The way it fills my every nerve
I need a way to find some form of release
But we know I never could
This is why they call me a masochist
This is how I torture myself
By brewing turmoil in my teapot
I'll smash the cup and saucer to foretell
This is why they dub me insane
This is how I entertain
By serving dishes ladled with misery
I'll set the table for my own dismay
And I
Won't ever feel the sting
And when I do
It will be everything
Everything
That I wanted
This is why they call me a masochist
This is how I restrain myself
By creating shackles of my own demise
To keep me from the voice that carries through the shelves
This is why they call me a masochist
This is how I torture myself
By dangling rotten sugar plus from the rafters
High enough I won't reach them from hell