Twice Scorned - Hit Me Again Lyrics

I see you comin' ya I do.
Oh how I love and hate you.
You're my master of suffering.
(And I know suffering well).

Oh please don't hurt me, master.
I'll do whatever you want,
Just don't hurt me again, master.
(But I know you can't)

Pull my strings.
Make me please.
Just don't hurt me again, master.
(Kill my body, just leave my soul.)

Hate me later.
Love me now.
Is that so much to ask?
I'm sure that you're up to the task.
Oh how I love and hate you.
You're my master.
(And I love and hate you.)

Just be caureful not tangle my strings.
Be careful that you don't get burned by the fires of love.
Because I know just how much that it stings.
After all, that's what you done to me, my dove.
(Isn't it?)

Hate me later.
Love me now.
Is that so much to ask?
I'm sure that you're up to the task.
Oh how I love and hate you.
You're my master.
(Though I don't know why I let you...)

Master's tangled the strings.
Fractured my heart and burned down my dreams.
Look what your control has made of me.
Now I am dying, cannot you see?
(Or does my radiance so blind?)

Oh how I loved you.
Oh how I hated you.
Pulled my strings and twisted them around.
Pushed every button and fell to the ground, broken and shattered.
Fractured my heart and burned down my dreams.
(Watch them burn)

Burn me again.
Hit me again.
Love me again.
Ain't they all the same?

Whip me again.
Kick me again.
Love me again.
Ain't they all the same?

Oh how I loved you.
Oh how I hated you.
Pulled my strings and twisted them around.
Pushed every button and fell to the ground, broken and shattered.
Fractured my heart and burned down my dreams.
Doll falling apart at the seams.

Now...

I exact my retribution.
For now never will you control again.
'Til to hell you are sent.

Oh how I loved my sweet.
But you insisted on stepping my feet.
(And I still feel the anesthesized pain)

You say you want it to be over.
But you know that we'll never be through.
For, suffering is all the you do.
(And now it's what I will do too.)

No tears please, love.
It's a waste of good suffering.