
To pretend, no-one can find,
Fantasies, and morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies,
Courteousies that I despise,
And me.
Take a ride, take a sharp knife,
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do.
Covered by the blind belief,
The fantasies of sinful screens,
Bare the facts, we're soon to die,
End the vows, no need to lie,
Enjoy.
Take a ride, take a sharp knife,
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do.
Am I, what and why ?
Cos all I have left is the memories of yesterday,
Oh, these sour times.
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do.
After time, the bitter taste,
Of innocence, to scent our race,
Scattered seas, buried lives,
Histories of our disguise,
Revolve.
Circumstance, will decide,
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do.
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you,
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do.
early 2000 written by a good friend
