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
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
It's your love, it's your love