The Fallacies of mourning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
Cos Nobody Love Me, Its true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
Tht fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie
enjoy take a ride, take a shot now
Cos Nobody Loves Me, Its true
Not like you do
Who am I, what and why
Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Oh! these sour times
Cos Nobody Loves Me, Its true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstances will decide
Cos Nobody Loves Me, Its true
Not like you do
