Tell me...
Tell me...
Tell me what I really feel.
Labeled a saint, a saviour, a good
Others hate me for I conquer and stood,
Thousandths of words, compliments and criticisms,
But one stood out tall,
"You're a hypocrite."
My father spits.
I don't normally listens since a friend stabbed my back,
Grew numb after countless of stabs
Nonetheless, a father's words are heavier than a friend's
Then, I started to question myself...
Am I, really?
How am I a hypocrite?
Will I always be misunderstood?
Even I, myself do not understand at all.
Tell me... am I,
hypocrite, fake as he saw me fit?
© vitor
Tell me what I really feel.
Labeled a saint, a saviour, a good
Others hate me for I conquer and stood,
Thousandths of words, compliments and criticisms,
But one stood out tall,
"You're a hypocrite."
My father spits.
I don't normally listens since a friend stabbed my back,
Grew numb after countless of stabs
Nonetheless, a father's words are heavier than a friend's
Then, I started to question myself...
Am I, really?
How am I a hypocrite?
Will I always be misunderstood?
Even I, myself do not understand at all.
Tell me... am I,
hypocrite, fake as he saw me fit?
© vitor