You've always lent an earnFor all his suffering.nNow, what's the value, dear,nFor all he's offering?nAnd now, as you supportnHis dimebag martyrdom,nThis road looks nothing likenThe one you started from.nnHow long till you decidenYou need to stop the ride?nWhy do you still wait for a sign?nWhy can't you just make up your mind?nOr someday you'll wake up to findnIt's too late to make up your mind.nnYou're always back and forthnBetween the cold and warm.nThis rollercoaster ridenHas now become the norm.nYou wear the right perfume.nYou dress the way he likes.nYou know to leave the roomnOnce his dark thunder strikes.nnHow long can you ignorenYour love's too much like war?nWhy do you still wait for a sign...nnYou let your martyr trap you into climbin' onnHis lap just to lick upon his sap?nDid you pull upon his strap just to widen up his cap?nDid you like it when he snap at you?nWaitin for a slap are you?n'Til he beat the crap outta you?nnYou make a wrong move? You don't lose,nNot if your game was true.nYou make a right move? Well, you win.nSo let the games begin.