No sensitivity given the situation
Too pussy to give any explanation
To your children, your loves, oh what have you become"Your children don't love you" what have you become
It's all about this
My heart my lungs
I won't miss the feeling
I loathe you
I loathe you
He pounced on the wrong side
You let him believe
Traitor
This is the kind of pain that acquires more attention
There's so much more to be
I never want to see you again
'Cause
It's all about this
My heart my lungs
Won't breathe
I loathe you
I loathe you
Pitching higher
You're getting higher
No less to demand
We won't ever understand
Again
Oh, oh
I loathe you
I loathe you
No
It's all about this, my heart, my lungs, won't breathe
I don't see the reason