Hate Is Just A Four Letter Word
What has changed me into something i don´t know
Forgotten Feelings i never know
eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me
careful of the feelings i thought i knew me
a man i is waiting at the corner
screaming at me
angry hate for myself the hidden me
a close 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 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 to well
hate is just a 4 letter word
hate is just a 4 letter word
Autor(es): Gregory John McCormick
