IRC-Galleria

She told me she loved me, Which means, She must be insane
I've had my face dragged in , Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not,
And I do not like it
So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, The only one around here who is
me, Is me

They said they respect me, Which means, Their judgement is crazy
I've had my face dragged in, Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not,
And I do not like it
So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, When they are they, And only I am
I

He said he wants to befriend me, Which means, He can't possibly know me
The voices of the real, And the imagined cry, The future is passing you by, The
future is passing you by

So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel, Everybody look, See
pain, And walk away
And as for you in your uniform, Your smelly uniform, and so you think you can be rude
to me
Because you wear a uniform, A smelly uniform, and so you think you can be rude
to me

But even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, Sick and depraved, A traveller to the grave
I would never be you
I would never be you