I wish I had the automatic, the automatic empathy
Oh... I could change my life for affection
I'm symptomatic, not automatic... not automatic like you've
being
I cannot deceive this confession
Would you see me surrounded by butterflies?
Like before
All the fanatics can't see what I see... they are a bunch of
lunatics
I could take from them a good lesson
I'm problematic, psychossomatic, turned into a maniac
Oh... I could change my life for affection
Would you see me surrounded by butterflies?
Like before
