Sour Times
To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes courtesies that, I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
Because nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief that fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye, end the bows, no need to lie enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
Because nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Am I what am I?
Because all I have left is my memories of yesterday, the sour time
Because nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste of innocence descent or race
Scattered seed, buried lives, mysteries you learned disguised
Revolve circumstance will decide
Because nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Because nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do