I have to be a rock again. Please, Bela, come back.

I'd conjure up the thought of being gone
but I'd probably even do that wrong.
I try to think about which way
would I be able to and would I be afraid

'cause, oh!, I'm bleeding out inside.
Oh! I don't even mind (yeah)

                                                        It's all your fault. You called me beautiful,
you turned me out and now I can't turn back.
I hold my breath because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air, and it's not fair
                                                                                                                  
I'm trying to figure out what else to say (what else could I say?)
To make you turn around and come back this way 

(Would you just come back this way)
I feel like we could be really awesome together.
So make up your mind cause it's now or never.

Efectos del alcohol.