To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose forbidden fruit' hidden eyes' courtesies that I despise in m. Take a ride' take a shot now. Cuz nobody loves me' it's true. Not like you do. Covered by the blind belief' the 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 cuz nobody loves me' it's true not like you do. Who am I ' what' and why? Cuz all I have left is my memories of yesterday. Oh' these sour times. Nobody loves me' it's true not like you do. After time the bitter taste of innocence' decent or race scattered seed' buried lives mysteries of our disguise revolve. Circumstance will decide.