Song | Explain Yourself |
Artist | Nonpoint |
Album | To the Pain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nonpoint | |
[Chorus]I didn't ask you to explain yourself to me. | |
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence,to see right through all the bullshit,and the stories you create. | |
I didn't ask to be a game for you to play with. | |
Didn't ask for anything in return that wouldn't,be asked by anyone else. | |
Respect is something | |
I demand.Worked hard enough to understand. | |
People say what you want to hear,if something comes out of it for them. | |
Even some of the people you're calling your friends,are waiting for the second they don't have to pretend. | |
What I expect from you is straight forward no frills,no lies unless they kill. | |
I don't want to die from a truth that you never told. | |
A book that you never closed. | |
Read the rest and come backwhen you've learned what you're supposed to.[Chorus] | |
I expect the world, cause | |
I give it in return. | |
And if you know me well enough you know | |
I burn bridges,with flaky muthafuckers and stool pigeons. | |
They have their own agenda,and the people that they burnwill eventually see everything crystal. | |
Then fire like an automatic pistol. | |
They didn't ask you to choose the way you did. | |
All your wrong words, wrong looks,judgments passed, closed books, bad reactions. | |
No apologetic actions took, by either stuborn side. | |
So you return to your lonely life.[Chorus x2] | |
Didn't ask to be the one. | |
The one to make you see. | |
You chose me. | |
I didn't ask you to.[Chorus] |
zuo qu : Nonpoint | |
Chorus I didn' t ask you to explain yourself to me. | |
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence, to see right through all the bullshit, and the stories you create. | |
I didn' t ask to be a game for you to play with. | |
Didn' t ask for anything in return that wouldn' t, be asked by anyone else. | |
Respect is something | |
I demand. Worked hard enough to understand. | |
People say what you want to hear, if something comes out of it for them. | |
Even some of the people you' re calling your friends, are waiting for the second they don' t have to pretend. | |
What I expect from you is straight forward no frills, no lies unless they kill. | |
I don' t want to die from a truth that you never told. | |
A book that you never closed. | |
Read the rest and come backwhen you' ve learned what you' re supposed to. Chorus | |
I expect the world, cause | |
I give it in return. | |
And if you know me well enough you know | |
I burn bridges, with flaky muthafuckers and stool pigeons. | |
They have their own agenda, and the people that they burnwill eventually see everything crystal. | |
Then fire like an automatic pistol. | |
They didn' t ask you to choose the way you did. | |
All your wrong words, wrong looks, judgments passed, closed books, bad reactions. | |
No apologetic actions took, by either stuborn side. | |
So you return to your lonely life. Chorus x2 | |
Didn' t ask to be the one. | |
The one to make you see. | |
You chose me. | |
I didn' t ask you to. Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Nonpoint | |
Chorus I didn' t ask you to explain yourself to me. | |
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence, to see right through all the bullshit, and the stories you create. | |
I didn' t ask to be a game for you to play with. | |
Didn' t ask for anything in return that wouldn' t, be asked by anyone else. | |
Respect is something | |
I demand. Worked hard enough to understand. | |
People say what you want to hear, if something comes out of it for them. | |
Even some of the people you' re calling your friends, are waiting for the second they don' t have to pretend. | |
What I expect from you is straight forward no frills, no lies unless they kill. | |
I don' t want to die from a truth that you never told. | |
A book that you never closed. | |
Read the rest and come backwhen you' ve learned what you' re supposed to. Chorus | |
I expect the world, cause | |
I give it in return. | |
And if you know me well enough you know | |
I burn bridges, with flaky muthafuckers and stool pigeons. | |
They have their own agenda, and the people that they burnwill eventually see everything crystal. | |
Then fire like an automatic pistol. | |
They didn' t ask you to choose the way you did. | |
All your wrong words, wrong looks, judgments passed, closed books, bad reactions. | |
No apologetic actions took, by either stuborn side. | |
So you return to your lonely life. Chorus x2 | |
Didn' t ask to be the one. | |
The one to make you see. | |
You chose me. | |
I didn' t ask you to. Chorus |