These days I'm getting older,nI'm a soldier in this army made of one.nIt's mostly me against myself,nBut I've got good intentionsnDespite of all the awful things I've done.nI'm Wednesday's foster son,nPlease don't you play with my heart,nHasn't he already had enough?nWill you give to me or keep away your love?nCome on kiss me, diss me, anything you want.nDon't leave me in icenAll covered in icenAll covered in icenAll covered in--I was so cold.nCome on kiss me, diss me, Carly:nLet me know if we should stop or get started.nI know you'll love me if you want tonBut if you've got to leave me,nBaby, let me go.nThese days keep coming faster,nI feel wise, but don't I look like disaster?nI can't help thinking what comes afternI am dead?nWill I feel love again,nOr never care for anythingnUntil I figure it out,nWhat's really going on?nYou can kiss me, diss me, anything you want.