PS : I hate You. (or just pretend to do.)
It’s a cold night
and i’m alone in this town
In a street i can’t name
With my eyes on this letter
to guide my tears, to feed my fears.
It’s a cold night
And the town is asleep
Only drinkers are awake
I whish they could pay me a drink
to kill the pain, to feed the blame
This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,
like an offender dime from some criminal minds
This letter sounds like a trigger pulled
like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon
It was a cold night
and all i remember
are the murderers words
I wish i could understand the game
to kill the rancour, to be the winner
It was a very cold night
i used to be in this town
with a vodka next to me.
It was a very cold night
i used to be in this street
the ‘street of the Misery’
This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,
like an offender dime from some criminal minds
This letter sounds like a trigger pulled
like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon
But i’m wondering why ?
Why did you leave me alone in this street at midnight
with this fucking letter provided and the cold to survive ?
I’m just wondering why, it was a crime.
I was your kill. But what am I now ?
This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,
like an offender dime from some criminal minds
This letter sounds like a trigger pulled
like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon
PS : I hate You.
