Song | Fragile Heroes |
Artist | Light This City |
Album | Stormchaser |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Light This City, Nichol | |
I always wanted to tell you | |
I needed you | |
But now I'm glad that | |
I never did, | |
Because I never lied about that... at least. | |
It probably would have scared you, anyway. | |
One more excuse for you to run away. | |
And it scares me that you're so easily scared. | |
What falsity did | |
I lead my heart into this time? | |
Unfailingly naïve, | |
Maybe I just fell in love with being the dream. | |
Ugh, more and more, | |
I find I don't want you. | |
Shit, another lie. | |
Tried to deceive myself; it's not easy, | |
It's just pathetic. | |
Well, they say we don't need anyone... at least. | |
Ugh, you don't know. | |
You never know, | |
And your uncertainty is infecting me, | |
Because now even | |
I'm not sure— | |
Do I hate you for not being who | |
I thought you were, | |
Or do I hate myself for loving one | |
I've just created? | |
Didn't you know? | |
A hero's a most fragile thing. | |
One must never get close | |
Enough to touch, or ****, | |
For mortality can also be transmitted, | |
And with even a brush against our blemished human skin, | |
Slick with impious fluids, | |
Their skin becomes dry and cracked, | |
And holes form inside their perfect characters. | |
I guess now | |
I can understand being let down | |
By an ideal... | |
When heroes turn to cowards, you start to resent your dreams. | |
You once glanced up into their brave, bright faces; | |
Now you can't even meet their dull, downward-turned eyes. | |
Plagued with constant failure, | |
The only thing they will ever succeed in is disappointing (It's so easy, it's so pathetic). | |
And so they stop trying, and never give you the chance | |
That was their promise to you, implied all |
zuo qu : Light This City, Nichol | |
I always wanted to tell you | |
I needed you | |
But now I' m glad that | |
I never did, | |
Because I never lied about that... at least. | |
It probably would have scared you, anyway. | |
One more excuse for you to run away. | |
And it scares me that you' re so easily scared. | |
What falsity did | |
I lead my heart into this time? | |
Unfailingly na ve, | |
Maybe I just fell in love with being the dream. | |
Ugh, more and more, | |
I find I don' t want you. | |
Shit, another lie. | |
Tried to deceive myself it' s not easy, | |
It' s just pathetic. | |
Well, they say we don' t need anyone... at least. | |
Ugh, you don' t know. | |
You never know, | |
And your uncertainty is infecting me, | |
Because now even | |
I' m not sure | |
Do I hate you for not being who | |
I thought you were, | |
Or do I hate myself for loving one | |
I' ve just created? | |
Didn' t you know? | |
A hero' s a most fragile thing. | |
One must never get close | |
Enough to touch, or , | |
For mortality can also be transmitted, | |
And with even a brush against our blemished human skin, | |
Slick with impious fluids, | |
Their skin becomes dry and cracked, | |
And holes form inside their perfect characters. | |
I guess now | |
I can understand being let down | |
By an ideal... | |
When heroes turn to cowards, you start to resent your dreams. | |
You once glanced up into their brave, bright faces | |
Now you can' t even meet their dull, downwardturned eyes. | |
Plagued with constant failure, | |
The only thing they will ever succeed in is disappointing It' s so easy, it' s so pathetic. | |
And so they stop trying, and never give you the chance | |
That was their promise to you, implied all |
zuò qǔ : Light This City, Nichol | |
I always wanted to tell you | |
I needed you | |
But now I' m glad that | |
I never did, | |
Because I never lied about that... at least. | |
It probably would have scared you, anyway. | |
One more excuse for you to run away. | |
And it scares me that you' re so easily scared. | |
What falsity did | |
I lead my heart into this time? | |
Unfailingly na ve, | |
Maybe I just fell in love with being the dream. | |
Ugh, more and more, | |
I find I don' t want you. | |
Shit, another lie. | |
Tried to deceive myself it' s not easy, | |
It' s just pathetic. | |
Well, they say we don' t need anyone... at least. | |
Ugh, you don' t know. | |
You never know, | |
And your uncertainty is infecting me, | |
Because now even | |
I' m not sure | |
Do I hate you for not being who | |
I thought you were, | |
Or do I hate myself for loving one | |
I' ve just created? | |
Didn' t you know? | |
A hero' s a most fragile thing. | |
One must never get close | |
Enough to touch, or , | |
For mortality can also be transmitted, | |
And with even a brush against our blemished human skin, | |
Slick with impious fluids, | |
Their skin becomes dry and cracked, | |
And holes form inside their perfect characters. | |
I guess now | |
I can understand being let down | |
By an ideal... | |
When heroes turn to cowards, you start to resent your dreams. | |
You once glanced up into their brave, bright faces | |
Now you can' t even meet their dull, downwardturned eyes. | |
Plagued with constant failure, | |
The only thing they will ever succeed in is disappointing It' s so easy, it' s so pathetic. | |
And so they stop trying, and never give you the chance | |
That was their promise to you, implied all |