Happy to forget about something that I don't even want to say for now
Can you hear me?
People hates the hatred, people likes to fake it
There's a lot in my mind. They come and go and come and go again.
They like a bunch of picture from the past when I'm trying to remember or forget
There's a little pretty girl, there's a music, and everything comes on the ground of my brain
There's a life, and the knife.
But I don't want to go out and stab anything that I've got to hate
I just want to sing it all, sing it all night long, night and day
Until somebody comes to tell me it's wrong
or they don't care about anything at all
I will understand
Yes, I will understand.
But I will never stop to sing, never hates the hatred, and never likes to fake it.
And it could be a mistake.
