i hate you is all they ever said, maybe they'll love me when i'm dead.
everytime i look inside, all of they're hearts, i hide my eyes.
someday i will lift my head, to stand there strong, without a fret.
that day seems gone, impossible to reach, its always tomarrow, or the start of next week.
its never right now, or in a few seconds, its always my never, my never never ends.
