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 wordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
