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