R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
Something bad is happening to me
And it has to do with all of you I see
Such a change I have never knew before
But it seems that I have pushed love out the door
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people
In a bad mood, in a good mood
I never know which one to show
You always want what you don't have
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people