[i][size=3]What has changed me into something I don't know? Forgotten feelings like I never know Eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me Carfeul of feelings I thought I knew me A man is waiting at the corner screaming at me Angry hate for myself: the hidden me A closet of angry words no sight to put them in Hateful sea of love with no one to put it in A classic film of yesterday is just today Once tomorrow, maybe never, I hate me Bricking myself into the wall wretched sin Hoping to be by myself, I won't let you in My product is only second-grade I hate to discuss what this man has made Forming in my hands I know it all too well Staring at the glass I know myself too well Hate is just a four letter word, Hate is just a four letter word.