Ooh, my mystery boy rising to that black hole again Ooh, swear I was born to be broken hearted What do I have to do to keep this one from giving up on me? Yeah Bad and he knows it, got it bad and he knows it And the letters on my knuckles stand for nothing anymore Fucking me mentally, telling you I can't do this much longer Gotta find someone who stays the night Running free, right infront of me Telling him I won't do this much longer But he sure knows how to fuck me right Ooh, my mystery boy rising to that black hole again Ooh, swear I was born to be broken hearted I can't find my Heathcliff, I don't get it I smell the roses on thе wind Maybe if I write a love song Good еnough to make him sing along I'll get the ending I've been missing Instead I'm thinking What do I have to do to keep this one from giving up on me? Yeah Bad and he knows it, got it bad and he knows it And the letters on my knuckles stand for nothing anymore Ooh, my mystery boy rising to that black hole again Ooh, swear I was born to be broken hearted Ooh, my mystery boy rising to that black hole again Ooh, swear I was born to be broken hearted