作曲 : Adema | |
Been greeted with a smile, | |
In my back twists the knife, | |
So quick to flip the switch, | |
Never know quite what hit, | |
Behind lines you know, | |
True colors always show, | |
Forget that you exist, | |
The hand that feeds cut off at the wrist. | |
Hate spreads like infection, | |
Two faces yet you see one. | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go, | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it's killing you. | |
Fed up for so long, | |
I've let go, | |
Watch you hang on, | |
When did lost trust begin, | |
As soon as | |
I decide to let you in, | |
This took a part of me, | |
That will never return you see, | |
I've grown cold and hollow, | |
The hurt that's caused | |
I'll never let it show. | |
Total lack of devotion, | |
In you I have no faith. | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go, | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it's killing you. | |
There's no way that you ever could have known, | |
I would stoop so low, | |
Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing, | |
And I know all the things you play, | |
Think hard 'cause now it starts to eat you, | |
There's nothing else to do, | |
WHAT'S DON | |
E IS DONE, | |
You hold on to what you feel is true, | |
And now it's killing you. | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it's killing you, | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go |
zuo qu : Adema | |
Been greeted with a smile, | |
In my back twists the knife, | |
So quick to flip the switch, | |
Never know quite what hit, | |
Behind lines you know, | |
True colors always show, | |
Forget that you exist, | |
The hand that feeds cut off at the wrist. | |
Hate spreads like infection, | |
Two faces yet you see one. | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go, | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it' s killing you. | |
Fed up for so long, | |
I' ve let go, | |
Watch you hang on, | |
When did lost trust begin, | |
As soon as | |
I decide to let you in, | |
This took a part of me, | |
That will never return you see, | |
I' ve grown cold and hollow, | |
The hurt that' s caused | |
I' ll never let it show. | |
Total lack of devotion, | |
In you I have no faith. | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go, | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it' s killing you. | |
There' s no way that you ever could have known, | |
I would stoop so low, | |
Don' t tell me you wouldn' t do the same thing, | |
And I know all the things you play, | |
Think hard ' cause now it starts to eat you, | |
There' s nothing else to do, | |
WHAT' S DON | |
E IS DONE, | |
You hold on to what you feel is true, | |
And now it' s killing you. | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it' s killing you, | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go |
zuò qǔ : Adema | |
Been greeted with a smile, | |
In my back twists the knife, | |
So quick to flip the switch, | |
Never know quite what hit, | |
Behind lines you know, | |
True colors always show, | |
Forget that you exist, | |
The hand that feeds cut off at the wrist. | |
Hate spreads like infection, | |
Two faces yet you see one. | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go, | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it' s killing you. | |
Fed up for so long, | |
I' ve let go, | |
Watch you hang on, | |
When did lost trust begin, | |
As soon as | |
I decide to let you in, | |
This took a part of me, | |
That will never return you see, | |
I' ve grown cold and hollow, | |
The hurt that' s caused | |
I' ll never let it show. | |
Total lack of devotion, | |
In you I have no faith. | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go, | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it' s killing you. | |
There' s no way that you ever could have known, | |
I would stoop so low, | |
Don' t tell me you wouldn' t do the same thing, | |
And I know all the things you play, | |
Think hard ' cause now it starts to eat you, | |
There' s nothing else to do, | |
WHAT' S DON | |
E IS DONE, | |
You hold on to what you feel is true, | |
And now it' s killing you. | |
Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
Shoot the arrows, | |
Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
And it' s killing you, | |
Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
As I turn and go |