Down Here In Hell

I really love it when,

I love it when we make mistakes.

Because once again,

it gives me a reason to complain,

I love the battled lines,

the battled lines we draw when crossin the mud

Ou I love it when we fight,

standing on the verg of breaking up or making love

(verse 1)

What would i do if we were perfect,

where would i go for disopointment.

Love without pain would leave me wonderin why i stayed.

(chrous 1)

I think of saving myself,

but with nothing to complain about up in heaven,

what will i do

I think of saving myself,

but i really wanta work it out

down here in hell with you

(hook)

See I wanta make you feel the fire,

while i burn you with my bad days,

Ou wanta be unsatisfied, (sure)

you can fell the heat comin from me...baby.

(verse 2)

What would i do if we were perfect,

where would i go for disopointment,

words without hate would leave me nothin else to say.

(chrous 2)

I think of saving myself,

but with nothing to complain about in heaven,

what will i do

I think of saving myself,

but i really wanta work it out

down here in hell with you

(hook)

I think of saving myself,

but with nothing to complain about up in heaven,

I think of saving myself,

but i really wanta work it out

down here in hell with you

(hook)

Down here in hell with you

(repeat 4)