I.H.S.Y.A.

There it goes again

Here it chose to land

I don't understand

I can't be that man

Holding more than hands

Losing more than friends

Wiping my white eyes

White lies make them turn white

Rid my red mind rid of rind

Well-read but my lies are white

Open my eyes

I hate, I hate seeing you around

I change, I change when you're around

I'll stay, I'll stay underground

I hate, I hate seeing you around