Ann Scott 100 Dances, 1000 Stars
I'll tell you what, I'll tell you why
I'll tell you all a thousand times
You alone swear tonight
Wish that I had crossed the line
Don't break
You'll become the thing you hate
When you break
Still you are, still on guard
Still, oh still a thousand stars
Devil mind still inside
This you are kept alive
Don't break
You'll become the thing you hate
When you break
You'll become the thing you hate
Is this all there is?
Nothing more than this
I'll give all you need
Nothing more could please
Nothing more
I'll tell you what you need
Nothing more could please
Nothing more, oh
Could please, oh
Nothing more
Nothing
Don't break
You'll become the thing you hate
When you break
You'll become the thing you hate