The Good Sun - Mortus

I stand here asking myself why

Why you are hardly satisfied?

I’m waiting here alone, clenching my fists

Hardly able to avoid crying

Do you realize what happens to me?

Why can’t you understand me?

I, never, can’t stand

I can’t stand myself again

I always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissatisfying

I always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissapointing

Of course I know that we are different

But why don’t you tolerate me?

Can’t you recognize my attitude?

Is it really hard to swallow?

I, never, can’t stand

I can’t stand myself again

I always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissatisfying

I always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissapointing

I stand here asking myself why

Why you are hardly satisfied?

This question left so many scars

I never wanted…

But now I try to look forward

I never wanted

Always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissatisfying

I always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissapointing

I always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissatisfying

I always wanted to be a good son

I never wanted to be dissapointing