Long division

Well I was lost in conversation When he called you were sick and blue But all that I could do Was make your fears come true You see I'm sick and tired of masturbation Sick and tired of all this yucky flue So all that I could do Is make your fears come true Than multiply Multiply Fears will multiply Multiply Well I was lost in contemplation When you called you cannot get through So all that call could do Is make your fears come true You see I'm sick of all our confrontation Sick of how you stick to me like glue So all that I could do Is make your fears come true Than multiply Multiply Fears will multiply Multiply And your love for me will die