Some people tell me It's for the best You were just another torment Like all the rest Everybody seems to think We weren't meant to be But I try not to believe them This masochist in me You've got the characteristics of hate Written on your face You've got unjustified belief in your own self-worth And convince me that I'm the disgrace You make me think that I would die without you If we should ever be apart And I listen goddam it I listen I'm such a masochist at heart Does it make you feel good? Does it make you feel so good? In the end you were nothing more Than a manipulating damage whore It doesn't make me feel so good