You've always lent an ear
For all his suffering
Now, what's the value, dear,
For all he's offering?
And now, as you support
His dimebag martyrdom,
This road looks nothing like
The one you started from

How long till you decide
You need to stop the ride?
Why do you still wait for a sign?
Why can't you just make up your mind?
Or someday you'll wake up to find
It's too late to make up your mind

You're always back and forth
Between the cold and warm
This rollercoaster ride
Has now become the norm
You wear the right perfume
You dress the way he likes
You know to leave the room
Once his dark thunder strikes

How long can you ignore
Your love's too much like war?
Why do you still wait for a sign

You let your martyr trap you into climbin' on
His lap just to lick upon his sap?
Did you pull upon his strap just to widen up his cap?
Did you like it when he snap at you?
Waitin for a slap are you?
'Til he beat the crap outta you?

You make a wrong move? You don't lose,
Not if your game was true
You make a right move? Well, you win
So let the games begin