You a**ume evrything, to your own advantage
You a**ert what will eventually turn out to be trivial
I wonder if it'll change into your hope after despair!?
What's the truth?
You suffer 'cause you cannot confess everything
You suffer 'cause you aren't completely familiar with it
If tere were a mirror reflecting your lies,
Nobody would follow you
You a**ert what will eventually turn out to be trivial
I wonder if it'll change into your hope after despair!?
What's the truth?
You suffer 'cause you cannot confess everything
You suffer 'cause you aren't completely familiar with it
If tere were a mirror reflecting your lies,
Nobody would follow you