You call it madness, I call it love There's certain place that I can never get enough Like broken glasses, I pick it up And I don't have that life to live and think that rough (Sneezy with the hit boy) You call it madness, I call it love There's certain place that I can never get enough Like broken glasses, I pick it up And I don't have that life to live and think that rough And all the times that we spended I wished it never had ended 'Cause all I do for you is- I give you love I know that times were frustrating You had no room to be dating But now I think that I, I had enough A lotta time has passed, a lotta time has changed A lotta things that I made, but nothing heals this pain My lungs are plain and black, that shits too small exchanged, ah I hope I never have to feel it again It's from anxiety, silently Crying out all my petty, finally I will see, there's something wrong Isn't it irony I used to think all of this shit was fake I don't even know if I can have it any other way Ha, ha, ha, ha Broken glasses in a fa-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-na Fa-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-na (Sneezy with that hit, bitch) You call it madness, I call it love There's a certain place I can never get enough Like broken glasses, I pick it up And I don't have that life to live and think that rough And all the times that we spended I wished it never had ended 'Cause all I do for you is- I give you love I know the times were frustrating You had no room to be dating But now I think that I, I had enough