كلمات Bitter Melon

A hammer of purple shit Bashes down on your fantasy Fantasy piled upon the fantasy That maybe now you are free Little boy, can I ever love you enough Little boy, can I face you truly enough Can I ever pat your head gently enough Can I ever smile at you honestly enough Can I keep dread far from your heart enough No, I cannot When I am near you Everything everything everything Is worth its cost Your dad told me he has no feelings Now I understand Little boy, can I ever love you enough Little boy, can I face you truly enough Can I ever pat your head gently enough Can I ever smile at you honestly enough Can I keep dread far from your heart enough