know we’ve hoped resettin’ our brilliant pleasures of old bunnyz my mom has been repentant for her life who hated my face if so, you know you will say that I’m a really replica of an old bunny I’m just sayin’ that you’d better want to get on ever cheatin’ yourself
I’m sorry for my teasin’ water melon just waitin’ for the world ends no one saw me, coz I’d known it I was hatin’ about this world
I said till the end of Father’s day coz I knew even though I were a fathead they left me alone so faraway don’t wanna remind myself of all I had just said and seen on that night and not myself, a cripple cryin’ little child, a pissin’ lamb alone played with a shade of yourself
IN FRUIT BASKET I DON’T WANNA TELL ME
a pissin’ lamb alone gonna celebrate each days of every Father’s day that little child is not myself but it is yourself I heard they said "one, two..." no one’s supposed to tell me, coz no noticed it was a shade of yourself I heard they said "one, two..." world is into rabbits on the bus I heard they said "one, two..." world is meltin’ until all the right I heard they said "one, two..." world is missin’ I wish you’ll be aware this song is all about yourself