Titre : How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel
She told me she loved me, which means she must be insane. I´ve had my face dragged in fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, and I do not, and I do not like it.
So how can anybody say they know how I feel, The only one around here who is me, is me
They said they respect me, which means their judgment is crazy. I´ve had my face dragged in fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, and I do not, and I do not like it. So how can anybody say they know how I feel, When they are they, and only I am I.
He said he wants to befriend me, which means he can´t possibly know me, The voices of the real and the imagined cry. The future is passing you by; the future is passing you by.
So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel,
Everybody look, see pain, and walk away. And as for you in your uniform, your smelly uniform, And so you think you can be rude to me, Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform, And so you think you can be rude to me.
But even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you, I would never be you.