I hate me
I am a boy who sold, his heart for loves gold, I tried pain for heaven.
My soul I did close, and my soul never shows, I will never feel again.
There is a sign on my head, word I have said, branded forever loser.
There is a brook with a song, no nothings wrong, a begger not a chooser.
A feeling I get, I wish I would forget, when I look into the mirror.
My spirit does cry, alone I will die, and my heart is full of fear.
Whisper it soon, on a dark afternoon, whispers unto the moon.
Tears unto the sun, never the only one, music to the tune.
My soul I did close, and my soul never shows, I will never feel again.
There is a sign on my head, word I have said, branded forever loser.
There is a brook with a song, no nothings wrong, a begger not a chooser.
A feeling I get, I wish I would forget, when I look into the mirror.
My spirit does cry, alone I will die, and my heart is full of fear.
Whisper it soon, on a dark afternoon, whispers unto the moon.
Tears unto the sun, never the only one, music to the tune.