I don’t know why I never told you
I don’t why I never tried
This fucking feelings give up inside
When you call for my name I cried
With fear of your words
I’m not that so good
And you show no love for me

I don’t know why you never asked me
I don’t know why you never cared
Always laughing at me
Saying bad things about me
All the talks that we have don’t matters?
Bury the present and squeeze out the past
I’ve tried but in the end is just too hard

I'm just another wrap in your way
You absorbed the anger like a sponge
You don’t fell anything
You don’t care about your son
And when you loud at me when I’m sad
I run to my room and cried
And start to think about suicide

Your opinion is shit
Friday was the fucking day
Six of February was the fucking mouth
2009 was the fucking year
And this song was the only fucking consolation

Your opinion is shit
Friday was the fucking day
Six of February was the fucking mouth
2009 was the fucking year
And this song was the only fucking consolation

Blood on the paper and skin on the floor
I can’t believe what you have to take
To real upset me now
Try finding the time but I lose the momentum
You teach me the lessons but quickly I forget them
I dream for something like piece
And to stop the screams of panic and hate
You have picked me apart, and break all the remain pieces

You have to be the center
You have to be the corner
You have to be the holy matrimony
I'm getting tired of drowning in the sadness
All the things you do, create more madness
And you still care?
And you still look at me with love?
Why you don’t treat me like the first born son
Mother you hate me
Mother you don’t love me
Mother why you stop care about me?
Mother why you don’t care about me?
Mother why?
Mother why?
Kiss me again
Huge me again mother
I’m tired of been alone
I won’t you again in my life
I won’t to see that you are proud of me in your eyes

Come on - Come see my dysfunction
I’m like a machine
I can’t maintain contact with water
But the tears it’s so much
That I can’t stop them
Why? – Why? – Why? – Why?


My opinion is shit for you
Friday was the hell in my life
Six of February was the sad mouth
2009 was the worst year
And this song was the only consolation that I can provide

My opinion is shit for you
Friday was the hell in my life
Six of February was the sad mouth
2009 was the worst year
And this song was the only consolation that I can provide

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