Sour Times

To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose

Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes courtesies that, I despise in me

Take a ride, take a shot now

Because nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief that fantasies of sinful screens

Bear the facts, assume the dye, end the bows, no need to lie enjoy

Take a ride, take a shot now

Because nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

Am I what am I?

Because all I have left is my memories of yesterday, the sour time

Because nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

After time the bitter taste of innocence descent or race

Scattered seed, buried lives, mysteries you learned disguised

Revolve circumstance will decide

Because nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

Because nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

Nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do