H.M.S
People are like that
You must get used to
They move away when they can
They entertain you for a while
Everyone hates me for simple fact
I hope people change some day
Everything runs down my face
I have nightmares where you go
I only die until it counts four
People are like that
You must get used to
They move away when they can
I have good dreams, dreams about you
I only think about you, why?
They entertain you for a while
Everyone hates me for simple fact
I hope people change some day
Everything runs down my face
I have nightmares where you go
I only die until it counts four
They are all like that and they will continue to be