what has changed me into something i dont know? forgotten feelings like i never know eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me careful of the 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 of wretched sin hoping to be by myself, i wont let you in
my product is only second-grade i hate to discuss what this man has made formingin my hands i know it all too well staringat my glass i know myself too well