If I saw you laying bloody in the street   I would not bother you   I'd stop and watch if I had time   Call for help if I had a dime   I wish that this wasn't mine   But I won't lie    'cause the story that you made up   And our subsequent breakup   Is a better party-line to tell our friends      I wish it wasn't mine   I wish it wasn't mine   I wish it wasn't mine      If I saw you getting beaten in the street   I would stop them hurting you   And I'd finish the job with my own words   And make you feel that much worse, worse than any beating could   I'd leave you with more scars than cuts and bruises could      If I saw you getting beaten in the street   I wouldn't let them hurt you   That privilege is reserved for me   I would bleed in sympathy   I want you to hurt my way   I want you to hurt my way and feel the way I do   I want you to hurt my way and feel the way I do   I do, I do, I do...      All my energy my energy    All my energy wasted on hate   But I wish it wasn't mine...