Song | Wingo Lamo |
Artist | The Gits |
Album | Frenching the Bully [C/Z] |
作词 : Gits | |
When I'm going into the bar, | |
I'm there trying to ignore | |
this terror in me, I can't set it free | |
I can't make any sense | |
unless it's in a song | |
and every time I try to feel | |
I only seem to wake up lifeless | |
where would it ever end | |
when we fall to our own demand | |
It takes up your life | |
and throws it like dice | |
each time we fail, | |
it never gets over looked | |
When you're thinking that the cards lay forward | |
it takes up your answers | |
with no second chances | |
Immobilized by the torment | |
it hits so hard, there's nothing more I can take | |
Needing each breath just to make it through | |
there's nothing more I'm expected to do | |
there's nothing worse than hating yourself | |
and parading around like you're somebody else | |
I wish that it would just all go to hell | |
Wanting some time just to be by myself |
zuò cí : Gits | |
When I' m going into the bar, | |
I' m there trying to ignore | |
this terror in me, I can' t set it free | |
I can' t make any sense | |
unless it' s in a song | |
and every time I try to feel | |
I only seem to wake up lifeless | |
where would it ever end | |
when we fall to our own demand | |
It takes up your life | |
and throws it like dice | |
each time we fail, | |
it never gets over looked | |
When you' re thinking that the cards lay forward | |
it takes up your answers | |
with no second chances | |
Immobilized by the torment | |
it hits so hard, there' s nothing more I can take | |
Needing each breath just to make it through | |
there' s nothing more I' m expected to do | |
there' s nothing worse than hating yourself | |
and parading around like you' re somebody else | |
I wish that it would just all go to hell | |
Wanting some time just to be by myself |