Down Here İn Hell (with You)

I really love it when, I love it when we make mistakes. Because once again, it gives me a reason to complain, I love the battle lines, the battle lines we draw when crossin the mud Ooo I love it when we fight, standing on the verge of breaking up or making love What would I do if we were perfect, where would I go for disappointment. Love without pain would leave me wonderin why i stay I think of saving myself, but with nothing to complain about up in heaven, what would I do I think of saving myself, but I really wanna work it out down here in hell with you