| 作曲 : Harmful | |
| I can’t get up | |
| It’s always hard | |
| To face the day | |
| With the bills to pay | |
| Black or white isn’t always right | |
| Look in the mirror while thoughts get clearer | |
| You brought this up | |
| So get on top | |
| Nothing’s more terrifying | |
| Than the attempt to laugh | |
| Won’t you stop? | |
| There is no winner… at all | |
| What I feel is what I can’t say | |
| All I see is what you gave to me | |
| What goes around just comes back down | |
| That’s how it was and how it will be | |
| The way things are | |
| We’re not in love | |
| Nothing’s more terrifying | |
| Than the attempt to love | |
| Won’t you stop? | |
| There is no winner | |
| In this loosing battle |
| zuo qu : Harmful | |
| I can' t get up | |
| It' s always hard | |
| To face the day | |
| With the bills to pay | |
| Black or white isn' t always right | |
| Look in the mirror while thoughts get clearer | |
| You brought this up | |
| So get on top | |
| Nothing' s more terrifying | |
| Than the attempt to laugh | |
| Won' t you stop? | |
| There is no winner at all | |
| What I feel is what I can' t say | |
| All I see is what you gave to me | |
| What goes around just comes back down | |
| That' s how it was and how it will be | |
| The way things are | |
| We' re not in love | |
| Nothing' s more terrifying | |
| Than the attempt to love | |
| Won' t you stop? | |
| There is no winner | |
| In this loosing battle |
| zuò qǔ : Harmful | |
| I can' t get up | |
| It' s always hard | |
| To face the day | |
| With the bills to pay | |
| Black or white isn' t always right | |
| Look in the mirror while thoughts get clearer | |
| You brought this up | |
| So get on top | |
| Nothing' s more terrifying | |
| Than the attempt to laugh | |
| Won' t you stop? | |
| There is no winner at all | |
| What I feel is what I can' t say | |
| All I see is what you gave to me | |
| What goes around just comes back down | |
| That' s how it was and how it will be | |
| The way things are | |
| We' re not in love | |
| Nothing' s more terrifying | |
| Than the attempt to love | |
| Won' t you stop? | |
| There is no winner | |
| In this loosing battle |