i ended the book im writing the part about you im tearing it out a simple goodnight stop fighting theres nothing left to even read about im leaving you here my darling to search for a better and easy way out through all of the pain that im causing theres nothing there to even sing about record this italian radio i changed up the words to make you happy though if run of the midnight music show i beat up, i beat up the boy that made you happy though dont touch the things that you want me to be they out-weigh the ones that make me happy so pull out your hands and meet my my fine new lady shes rock and roll and she'll save me