Result of a broken home A giant hole in a heart so cold And visions that you seek You grow too fast to weep
Hear the words of a silent child A lonely soul and a worried mind And visions of a man who screams It's better if you learn To dream quietly
Forgive the ones you hate the most Forgive the ones you hate the most
Countless nights of broken dreams Friends that only you can see Your visions are the truth That they taught you In books you never read
Shine a light on my sleepless nights I hope I won't be the first to cry And visions of a man who bleeds Discover that the wound Is too deep and never heals
Forgive the ones you hate the most Forgive the ones you hate the most Forgive the ones you hate the most Forgive the ones you hate the most Forgive the ones you hate Forgive the ones you hate