Set myself on fire, anything to turn your headI won't deny this, I'm burning from the things you saidNow you got me running around and all that I have found is I can't afford himAll I got is spare change cause he was my fortuneMy tortureHad myself a lover, I liked him cause of all of the books that he readAnd he was like no other boy that I had ever met beforeAnd I loved all the things that he saidI wanted to heal him, I did not plan on staying as longI didn't think I would need him so how did he becomeMy tortureMy, my, myMy torture, it's always the sweetest thingWhere do I go? What do I do with this heart?My torture, my tortureI want you to comfort meI want you to stop disturbing my sleepI really thought you were my kingI thought you were my kingI want it to stop hurting so badSo bad, so so bad...