Well the sun came up this morning
Like a burning red balloon
It broke into my window
And it slipped across the room
It spread itself upon me
Like the smell of sweet perfume
I was sleeping like a baby
I´m not a savior
I´m not a saint
I´m not an angel
I´m not that quaint
Don´t need a preacher
To be that wise
Don´t need a teacher,
I´ve got my eyes,
You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me

A history of bitterness
You have left a blazing trail
If you had been a hammer
I´d be a broken nail
You gave me nothing,
Nothing but regrets
Don´t think it´s over,
It´s not over yet
You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me

And every time
You try to fool yourself
You´ve only got yourself
To blame
And every lie you ever
Told yourself
Will all come back to you
One day