Secondary, secondary self for myself A devil dog, a close call, somebody else And your love, your love, your love It's just a wicked friend and it's time that you're fighting off Are you scared that I'm dying Start believing in a secondary, secondary self for myself Sick pride, a dead heart, somebody else You wanna get well on your own But truth to tell, you've been shot to hell You're all fucking holes All I ever Doing things that I'll never tell anybody else I'm not shooting, I'm not shooting, I'm not playing I'm here waiting for anybody Well I guess I'm not playing Melodrama, it's just me It's just me It's your love, it's your love