Remembering times when I despised being me
always reminds me of those times when I used to flee
to those colourful places where roses have no thorns,
snow isn't cold, ...
I would throw myself down - Inhale death!
... and you be grateful for all the s*** that you got!
Well, the s*** that I've got
is the s*** that I got from you
and you never gave s*** (about me)
(If you) keep hitting/beating the child, then (eventually) it will think it deserved it!
Reach inside the place I hide
I wouldn't mind a dream tonight
always reminds me of those times when I used to flee
to those colourful places where roses have no thorns,
snow isn't cold, ...
I would throw myself down - Inhale death!
... and you be grateful for all the s*** that you got!
Well, the s*** that I've got
is the s*** that I got from you
and you never gave s*** (about me)
(If you) keep hitting/beating the child, then (eventually) it will think it deserved it!
Reach inside the place I hide
I wouldn't mind a dream tonight