With apologies to the band Soft Cell, and the writer S. E. Hinton, who ruined reading for roughly half the middle-school aged children in America with her nausea-inducing drivel, but still doesn’t deserve this.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away
I’ve got to get away
From the pain you drive into the heart of me.
The love we share seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light for I toss and turn – I can’t sleep at night.
Once I ran to you
now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given –
I give you all a boy could give you.
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all – oh
tainted love – tainted love….