From positive hope to stomach knots
All in a single a day
I try to guess in the absence of a voice
My mind is stretched in every way
My mind is stretched every way
I can do better
But it might be too late
From hope to despair
Is it care or hate?
Is it care or hate?
I send my thoughts thinking
They will be received
They are thrown in my face
I cannot believe
I cannot believe
I can do better
But it might be too late
From hope to despair
Is it understanding or hate?
Understanding or hate?
I make no contact
Respecting space
My mind plays tricks on me
Feelings all over the place
Feelings all over the place
I can do better
But it might be too late
From hope to despair
Is it love or hate?
Is it love or hate?