Secondary, secondary self for myself

A devil doll, a close call, somebody else

And your luck, your love, your luck

You're just a wicked friend and it's time that you're finding out

Are you scared that I'm dying, under voodoo spells?

Start believing in hell

Secondary, secondary self for myself

A sick part, a dead heart, somebody else

And you wanna get well on your own

But truth to tell, you've been shot to hell

You're all broken bones

All I ever, all I

All your fainting spells

Hearing things that I'll never tell anybody else

I'm not shooting, I'm not shooting, I'm not playing

I'm here waiting, oh anybody!

Well I guess, well I guess I'm not playing

Monodrama, it's just me

It's just me, it's just me

It's your luck, your love

Your luck, your love

Your luck, your love

Your luck, your love