Secondary self for myself
A devil doll, a close call
Somebody else
And your luck, your love
You're just a weekend, friend
And it's time that you fight it off
Are you scared that I'm dying under voodoo spells?
Start believing in hell
Secondary self for myself
A sick part, a dead heart
Somebody else
And you wanna get well on your own
But truth to tell, you've been shot to hell
You're all broken bones
All I ever, all I
All your fainting spells
Hearing things that I'll never tell anybody else
I'm not shooting, I'm not playing
I'm here waiting on anybody
Well I guess I'm not playing
Melodrama, it's just me
And your luck, your love
