| Song | To Be Torn |
| Artist | Kyla La Grange |
| Album | Ashes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : kyla la grange | |
| Oh God, I'm stuck. | |
| They are hell bent on us, and I've got nothing to offer you. | |
| My skin trembles, it wants to be used. | |
| Oh God, I'm thrown. | |
| I am only happy on my own. | |
| My heart grows harder, it wants to perform. | |
| And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn.. | |
| to be torn. | |
| Like a hand held, from its first love. | |
| Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. | |
| Like a grown child, from its skipping rope. | |
| Oh God, what now? | |
| I have ruined this, I have broken you down. | |
| Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of glass. | |
| The raindrops collide with the tears at your mouth.. | |
| at your mouth. | |
| Where I once kissed your warm lips, | |
| as my tongue tripped over white teeth; | |
| bitten soft skin, with my hands tied. | |
| Oh God, I've strayed. | |
| I should not have come here with the wind in my sails. | |
| I've blown you backwards, now your heart is in pain. | |
| And I know you don't believe me, but I'm sorry that I failed to be torn. | |
| Like a hand held, from its first love. | |
| Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. | |
| Like a grown child, from its skipping rope. |
| zuo ci : kyla la grange | |
| Oh God, I' m stuck. | |
| They are hell bent on us, and I' ve got nothing to offer you. | |
| My skin trembles, it wants to be used. | |
| Oh God, I' m thrown. | |
| I am only happy on my own. | |
| My heart grows harder, it wants to perform. | |
| And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn.. | |
| to be torn. | |
| Like a hand held, from its first love. | |
| Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. | |
| Like a grown child, from its skipping rope. | |
| Oh God, what now? | |
| I have ruined this, I have broken you down. | |
| Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of glass. | |
| The raindrops collide with the tears at your mouth.. | |
| at your mouth. | |
| Where I once kissed your warm lips, | |
| as my tongue tripped over white teeth | |
| bitten soft skin, with my hands tied. | |
| Oh God, I' ve strayed. | |
| I should not have come here with the wind in my sails. | |
| I' ve blown you backwards, now your heart is in pain. | |
| And I know you don' t believe me, but I' m sorry that I failed to be torn. | |
| Like a hand held, from its first love. | |
| Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. | |
| Like a grown child, from its skipping rope. |
| zuò cí : kyla la grange | |
| Oh God, I' m stuck. | |
| They are hell bent on us, and I' ve got nothing to offer you. | |
| My skin trembles, it wants to be used. | |
| Oh God, I' m thrown. | |
| I am only happy on my own. | |
| My heart grows harder, it wants to perform. | |
| And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn.. | |
| to be torn. | |
| Like a hand held, from its first love. | |
| Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. | |
| Like a grown child, from its skipping rope. | |
| Oh God, what now? | |
| I have ruined this, I have broken you down. | |
| Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of glass. | |
| The raindrops collide with the tears at your mouth.. | |
| at your mouth. | |
| Where I once kissed your warm lips, | |
| as my tongue tripped over white teeth | |
| bitten soft skin, with my hands tied. | |
| Oh God, I' ve strayed. | |
| I should not have come here with the wind in my sails. | |
| I' ve blown you backwards, now your heart is in pain. | |
| And I know you don' t believe me, but I' m sorry that I failed to be torn. | |
| Like a hand held, from its first love. | |
| Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. | |
| Like a grown child, from its skipping rope. |