There´s something wrong
when i looking for death
there´s something lost
that i really dont care
there something wrong
when i´m looking for you
its something sad
i don´t feel anything

This is the way i hate your brother
This is the way i hate your brother
This is the way i hate my life

I believed in that simple story
in the park, my brokenhearted spy
Now, forget me and believe in time

believe in songs