Oh Belladonna never knew the pain
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive me insane
The open letter just carelessly placed
And you move in silence,
The tea so delicately laced
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Came from passion, and you gave it a name
The fingers are poisoned like needles in the drivin' rain
So smile discreetly
As you watch with such grace
Now I must slip away,
But can you forget my face
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much