what has changed me into something i don't know?
forgotten feelings like i never know
eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me
careful of feelings i thought i knew me
a man is waiting at the corner screaming at me
angry hate for myself: the hidden me
a closet of angry words no sight to put them in
hateful sea of love with no one to put it in
a classic film of yesterday is just today
once tomorrow, maybe never, i hate me
bricking myself into the wall wretched sin
hoping to be by myself, i won't let you in
my product is only second-grade
i hate to discuss what this man has made
forming in my hands i know it all too well
staring at the glass i know myself too well
hate is just a four letter word
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