Song | On Building |
Artist | The Beautiful Mistake |
Album | Light A Match, For I Deserve To Burn |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Beautiful Mistake | |
I never said | |
I'd prove it, | |
I only said | |
I'd show it | |
I gave you my all, but you wanted more | |
Lost on the inside, filling up the score. | |
I remember playing that one. | |
It's stuck in my head. | |
Over and Over. | |
I took and you bled. | |
I never said | |
I'd prove it, | |
I only said | |
I'd show it | |
I gave you my all, but you wanted more | |
Lost on the inside, filling up the score. | |
I am impatient. | |
Misunderstood. | |
What ever it is, | |
I've got what it cured. | |
To your arms | |
I run. My own life, it crumbles. | |
No longer am | |
I damned. | |
No longer do | |
I stumble. | |
I remember playing that one. | |
It's stuck in my head. | |
Over and Over. | |
I took and you bled. |
zuo qu : Beautiful Mistake | |
I never said | |
I' d prove it, | |
I only said | |
I' d show it | |
I gave you my all, but you wanted more | |
Lost on the inside, filling up the score. | |
I remember playing that one. | |
It' s stuck in my head. | |
Over and Over. | |
I took and you bled. | |
I never said | |
I' d prove it, | |
I only said | |
I' d show it | |
I gave you my all, but you wanted more | |
Lost on the inside, filling up the score. | |
I am impatient. | |
Misunderstood. | |
What ever it is, | |
I' ve got what it cured. | |
To your arms | |
I run. My own life, it crumbles. | |
No longer am | |
I damned. | |
No longer do | |
I stumble. | |
I remember playing that one. | |
It' s stuck in my head. | |
Over and Over. | |
I took and you bled. |
zuò qǔ : Beautiful Mistake | |
I never said | |
I' d prove it, | |
I only said | |
I' d show it | |
I gave you my all, but you wanted more | |
Lost on the inside, filling up the score. | |
I remember playing that one. | |
It' s stuck in my head. | |
Over and Over. | |
I took and you bled. | |
I never said | |
I' d prove it, | |
I only said | |
I' d show it | |
I gave you my all, but you wanted more | |
Lost on the inside, filling up the score. | |
I am impatient. | |
Misunderstood. | |
What ever it is, | |
I' ve got what it cured. | |
To your arms | |
I run. My own life, it crumbles. | |
No longer am | |
I damned. | |
No longer do | |
I stumble. | |
I remember playing that one. | |
It' s stuck in my head. | |
Over and Over. | |
I took and you bled. |