text: How can I be sure youre telling me the truth?
  In this house of games, you never you show your cards
  You claim madness, its become convenient
  I dont wanna hear your angry words again
  You hear voices taunting you to leave me
  Then youre sorry you hold me in your arms
  You have demons, nothing can control them
  Who can blame you if youre not in charge?
  Is this love? I think not
  I wanna get off this merry-go-round
  History will repeat itself
  And I wont let you take me down
  Treat me like a curse then tell me Im your saviour
  Im living with the stranger I used to know so well
  Waiting for your answer is a kind of torture
  Could I grow accustomed to this kind of hell?
  You hear voices taunting you to leave me
  Then youre sorry you hold me in your arms
  You have demons, nothing can control them
  Who can blame you if youre not in charge?
  Is this life? I think not
  I wanna get off this merry-go-round
  History will complete itself
  And I wont let you take me down
  Id like to get to know you
  You could warm up your hands on my heart
  Ive got so much to show you
  But for now its just Bon d Accord