Tell me, are you the type to step on blood?
Help me, understand how far this goes
'Cause I need to know
'Cause I, I'm too used to wicked games, hmm
And I, you and I we're not the same
(If I fall, if I fall)
Will you stand on me to feel tall? (If I fall)
(If I fall, if I fall)
Will you give a hand to hold on? Oh, yeah (if I fall)
Loose ends
What would it take to keep 'em tied?
Oh, bruises
Only thing you leave behind
I know your type
And I, I'm too used to wicked games, hmm
And I, you and I we're not the same (let's do it again)
(If I fall, if I fall)
Will you stand on me to feel tall? (If I fall)
(If I fall, if I fall)
Will you give a hand to hold on? Yeah (if I fall)
I see through your eyes
I know your type
I know your type
I see through your eyes
I see through your eyes
