My heart could hurt and yet sell a million records
Is it because people love to see you sad
Or do they simply not understand my methods
I'm crying out for love while you are telling the DJ to turn it up in the club
My pain is also my reward
Injuries I wish could wash away in the bath tub
I want out but the dollar signs pulls me back in
Not loving myself has been my greatest sin
Keep it on, take it off I don't even know the difference anymore
But I guess that's okay if I sell out in the record stores
I don't want to do this anymore
Well...SHOWTIME
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