Every day I wake, I think of the mistake my mother made,
And how its driving me insane.
Every time I see a reflection of me I don't see the slightest similarity.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.
Every hug embraced with his foreign face
reminds me that all he knows is a lie.
Every kiss received leads me to believe this man's not my real father,
he's a victim of my mother's fabrication.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.
Every now and then I remember when
my mother fessed up and she told me everything.
I wish she never did, and maybe we could live
together without the bitterness and regret.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.
This brown hair and blue eyes are emblems of my despise.