Once in a while,Iâll be the figure on the sleeve, on the sleeve,Is there anyone who understands me? ,Oh anyone anyone anyone more than you,Iâve played blind menâs games for a vision,Just to see, just to see, just to see how low,Would you like to see how low I go? ,Wonât you see how low I go? .Now that itâs over Iâm left on the floor,Cold and Iâm sober,It is worse than before,And I hate that I want you,How could I know,I still love.Once in a while,Iâll be the joker on the scene, on the scene,Is there anyone who cares to listen? ,Kill the tormentor in my dream,Weâre out in the big wide world for a mission,So why do I feel inside, empty and so small,And I called to say,Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello.Now that itâs over Iâm left on the floor,Cold and Iâm sober,It is worse than before,And I hate that I want you,How could I know,I still love.Why do i, who do i, why do I love you?