作曲 : Jimmy Euringer | |
作词 : Jimmy Euringer | |
Oh, try to break me down | |
You ******* lunatic, why don't you just let me go | |
You wrote me with this ******** that ain't my problem | |
When are you gonna learn | |
No pretty metaphor is never gonna change my mind | |
Paranoia, is hidden behind your eyes | |
We gambled and we lost | |
Watching the universe crumbling around my hands | |
They tell you that everyone, says it but they won't tell you how | |
Our imaginary friends | |
Your only problem is that you want to be my real friend | |
You walk like a prisoner in the prison of your own demise | |
Some **** that you say that you can never, ever, take it back | |
Don't you know that I'm using you, to get with you | |
You ******* lunatic, why don't you just let me go | |
Instead, you rewrote me, with this ******** that ain't my problem |
zuo qu : Jimmy Euringer | |
zuo ci : Jimmy Euringer | |
Oh, try to break me down | |
You lunatic, why don' t you just let me go | |
You wrote me with this that ain' t my problem | |
When are you gonna learn | |
No pretty metaphor is never gonna change my mind | |
Paranoia, is hidden behind your eyes | |
We gambled and we lost | |
Watching the universe crumbling around my hands | |
They tell you that everyone, says it but they won' t tell you how | |
Our imaginary friends | |
Your only problem is that you want to be my real friend | |
You walk like a prisoner in the prison of your own demise | |
Some that you say that you can never, ever, take it back | |
Don' t you know that I' m using you, to get with you | |
You lunatic, why don' t you just let me go | |
Instead, you rewrote me, with this that ain' t my problem |
zuò qǔ : Jimmy Euringer | |
zuò cí : Jimmy Euringer | |
Oh, try to break me down | |
You lunatic, why don' t you just let me go | |
You wrote me with this that ain' t my problem | |
When are you gonna learn | |
No pretty metaphor is never gonna change my mind | |
Paranoia, is hidden behind your eyes | |
We gambled and we lost | |
Watching the universe crumbling around my hands | |
They tell you that everyone, says it but they won' t tell you how | |
Our imaginary friends | |
Your only problem is that you want to be my real friend | |
You walk like a prisoner in the prison of your own demise | |
Some that you say that you can never, ever, take it back | |
Don' t you know that I' m using you, to get with you | |
You lunatic, why don' t you just let me go | |
Instead, you rewrote me, with this that ain' t my problem |