Tell me, are you the type to step on blood? Help me, understand how far this goes 'Cause I need to know 'Cause I, I'm too used to wicked games, hmm And I, you and I we're not the same (If I fall, if I fall) Will you stand on me to feel tall? (If I fall) (If I fall, if I fall) Will you give a hand to hold on? Oh, yeah (if I fall) Loose ends What would it take to keep 'em tied? Oh, bruises Only thing you leave behind I know your type And I, I'm too used to wicked games, hmm And I, you and I we're not the same (let's do it again) (If I fall, if I fall) Will you stand on me to feel tall? (If I fall) (If I fall, if I fall) Will you give a hand to hold on? Yeah (if I fall) ♪ I see through your eyes I know your type I know your type I see through your eyes I see through your eyes