Sour Times

To pretend no one can find The fallacies of morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes Courtesies that I despise in me Take a ride, take a shot now 'Cause nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do Covered by the blind belief That fantasies of sinful screens Bear the facts, assume the dye End the vows no need to lie, enjoy Take a ride, take a shot now 'Cause nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do Who am I, what and why 'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday Oh these sour times 'Cause nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do After time the bitter taste Of innocence, decent or race Scattered seeds, buried lives Mysteries of our disguise revolve Circumstance will decide 'Cause nobody loves me It's true Not like you do 'Cause nobody loves me It's true Not like you Nobody loves me It's true Not, like you do