Who Wants It

Who wants it?

who wants it?

who wants it?

ask for it by name

who wants it?

who wants it?

I'll be your one that got away

when is the good ever good enough,

when you're given to giving up?

but you're not one to stop

let's face it

you've tried and it's too hard.

now you're sprawled on the kitchen floor

with your best aiming at the door.

what the bleach won't erase is the pain

what you're left with is nothing

compared to the let-down stains of the brush-off.

who wants it?

you shake your fists out into the sky

with your lips dripping cyanide

and you're blaming yourself

(and you should)

'cause you fall for their come-ons.

you pay the price for your 'liberties'

in little ways that you never see

when you're faced with nothing

but lies and deceit

the despair of not knowing is worse

that the blood left on your hands.

who wants it?