Burn your picture, watch the lick of the flames.
Destroy the pain you had stuffed inside of me.
Let go of the unjustified heartache,
And allow myself to be happy.
Should have done this a long time ago,
But something kept holding me back.
Never knowing that your dirty little tricks,
Had made my own heart a trap.
Swallowed inside blind love,
A mystical kind of reality.
Confused between what's real and what's not,
It's only a cold slap of calamity.
I've bled for you, screamed for you, and cried for you.
Even lost touch with myself.
Because then, giving myself to you
Didn't seem like a freeway ticket to Hell.
You had me hypnotized with your dirty little tricks.
You took my heart and soul and abused them.
But now I have some dirty little tricks of my own,
And I sure as hell know how to use them.