I read at times your empty words,
Or hear your hollow songs,
A testament to nothingness,
And rights awash in wrongs
I see the error of your way
That you don’t seem to see,
And wish that I could knock some sense
Into that loser,
Me
Other People's Feelings
I read at times your empty words,
Or hear your hollow songs,
A testament to nothingness,
And rights awash in wrongs
I see the error of your way
That you don’t seem to see,
And wish that I could knock some sense
Into that loser,
Me