Cold morning, cold, so should I cry? Tonight you'll have your dream and I'll have mine. And I wish I could close my eyes and find myself somewhere, Where nobody would lie to me.
Oh, I hate this world. I hate these pictures that I see around me. Oh, I hate this world. I hate those pictures that I saw around me.
Cold morning, cold, so should I wait... For all the time that I gave myself to persuade? And I wish I could erase the past away. Just to keep myself from taking part in that play.
Oh, I hate this world. I hate these pictures that I see around me. Oh, I hate this world. I hate those pictures that I saw around me.
Is there some place for my words in your heart? I don't think so, but why I keep on hoping?