Paradox

I want my pearls & diamonds
I want my fancy car
I want a love that bruns me up
I want some cuts & scars

You said you can hold me
You'll make me warm & sweet
Will you still recognize me when
I'm torn up & imcomplete

What will become of me
Will you wait around to see?
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see?

Never found a place to keep me
The darkness calls like a banshee
Just when the bed is warm & ready
I'm struggling to be free

   what will become of me
　Will you wait around to see?
　What will become of me
　Will you wait around to see?

I want my pearls and diamonds
I want some cuts & scars

REPEAT