Want It Bad

There is nothing left here from which you can walk away
There is nothing left for me to say
I am waiting patiently to look the other way
Is this karma here? Is it just your fault?
I want it bad
I want it bad
I want it bad
I want it bad
I’m holding out for all the promises you made
And the other ones you hid away
This alchemy comes out of you and all you have to say
Is, «Am I sleeping or is this just a ghost?»
And the world is not at all
Like the world that you once thought you had
I want it bad
I want it bad
I want it bad
I want it bad
I want it bad
I want it bad