Tác giả : Sixpence None the Richer
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
Well i'm staring straight into the face of hell 
You're so close and you can't even tell 
I'm so wrapped up inside 
Because i don't have much to love 
 
Horrified i feel from pits unseen 
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds 
As it crumbles down on top of me 
I contemplate my lack of love 
 
Come and save my soul 
Before it's not too late 
I'm not afraid to admit 
How much i hate myself 
 
All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head