To Whom It May Concern Testo

This is my last try now
Before I go
Don't you see me listening
I said all goodbyes by now
Stop before I go
And hear me cry

You were never there for them
and this one's for not showing me you care
and living lies through me,
ignoring every plea with your phony sincerity.

Because of you I hate.
Because of you I feel left out, can't trust, can't smile.

Can't laugh, can't sleep, can't dream.
Be real; you're fake.

Can't look you in the eyes anymore.