The sarcasm's too real
But what did you expect?
The fear on my lips
Your hate, but not the rest
I need to have more
More of your pain
I reach out my hand
The point is delayed
Your second hand crush
It's willing to die
My cries go unheard
You're along for the ride
A comforting truth
That's too close for comfort
Hiding your helper
In this fake slumber
Now it's torn in two
More than half with you
I've given my fair share
Your hate, but not your care
Everyone's on your side
You have the upper hand
Look into my eyes
Your wish is my command
'hiding your helper' copyright 1998 E.N.S. music. all rights reserved.