H.M.S

People are like that
You must get used to
They move away when they can

They entertain you for a while
Everyone hates me for simple fact

I hope people change some day
Everything runs down my face

I have nightmares where you go
I only die until it counts four

People are like that
You must get used to
They move away when they can

I have good dreams, dreams about you
I only think about you, why?

They entertain you for a while
Everyone hates me for simple fact

I hope people change some day
Everything runs down my face
I have nightmares where you go
I only die until it counts four

They are all like that and they will continue to be