Letra de Subtext Read, Nothing New
I hate people who think they, "Knew me when" As if I was once true and now am false A personality is a progression, some wild twisting beast That never stops escaping from itselfIn the ghetto of winter, I traced my hand on a place mat Drew your face with my eyes closed Pretended I was eating with my favorite author Pretending I was making him laughI just don't know how to feel I just don't feel but I wouldn't even notice No, I wouldn't have any reason to care If not for your complaintI know that I make you unhappy But what can I do? I wasn't created just for you Not just for you