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