| Song | Disclosure |
| Artist | Rounder |
| Album | Disclosure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fikri Hadyan Luthfi | |
| 作曲 : Rounder Band | |
| DISCLOSURE | |
| I've heard a conversation about me and myself | |
| Living with my own pulse trying not to cut it off with a sharp knife | |
| Living with my own head trying not to blast it out with a deadly gun and trigger | |
| Living with a whisper about loneliness | |
| And if it’s hard for me to stay | |
| It’s such a shame for me to call it back | |
| I failed myself for the way that I have planned | |
| Cause I’m blind and I could find my way back | |
| Loaded my backpack and hurried away. The car drove so fast | |
| I found myself slumping limply in the middle of a quiet and narrow alley | |
| like a broken hearted teenager. As if life is over | |
| Fall asleep when others started to open their ****ing eyes | |
| Like a battle in life that I will never win | |
| And if it’s hard for me to stay | |
| It’s such a shame for me to call it back | |
| I failed myself for the way that I have planned | |
| Cause I’m blind and I could find my way back | |
| Like gladiators living in the midst of thousands of people who want me to die torn by a tiger's fangs. | |
| But no, not this time. I’m too tough to all old stories of mine | |
| I'm no longer a brokenhearted teenager. I’m no longer slumping limply in the middle of a quiet and narrow alley. As if life is over | |
| I won this fight. I'm not over. I live |
| zuo ci : Fikri Hadyan Luthfi | |
| zuo qu : Rounder Band | |
| DISCLOSURE | |
| I' ve heard a conversation about me and myself | |
| Living with my own pulse trying not to cut it off with a sharp knife | |
| Living with my own head trying not to blast it out with a deadly gun and trigger | |
| Living with a whisper about loneliness | |
| And if it' s hard for me to stay | |
| It' s such a shame for me to call it back | |
| I failed myself for the way that I have planned | |
| Cause I' m blind and I could find my way back | |
| Loaded my backpack and hurried away. The car drove so fast | |
| I found myself slumping limply in the middle of a quiet and narrow alley | |
| like a broken hearted teenager. As if life is over | |
| Fall asleep when others started to open their ing eyes | |
| Like a battle in life that I will never win | |
| And if it' s hard for me to stay | |
| It' s such a shame for me to call it back | |
| I failed myself for the way that I have planned | |
| Cause I' m blind and I could find my way back | |
| Like gladiators living in the midst of thousands of people who want me to die torn by a tiger' s fangs. | |
| But no, not this time. I' m too tough to all old stories of mine | |
| I' m no longer a brokenhearted teenager. I' m no longer slumping limply in the middle of a quiet and narrow alley. As if life is over | |
| I won this fight. I' m not over. I live |
| zuò cí : Fikri Hadyan Luthfi | |
| zuò qǔ : Rounder Band | |
| DISCLOSURE | |
| I' ve heard a conversation about me and myself | |
| Living with my own pulse trying not to cut it off with a sharp knife | |
| Living with my own head trying not to blast it out with a deadly gun and trigger | |
| Living with a whisper about loneliness | |
| And if it' s hard for me to stay | |
| It' s such a shame for me to call it back | |
| I failed myself for the way that I have planned | |
| Cause I' m blind and I could find my way back | |
| Loaded my backpack and hurried away. The car drove so fast | |
| I found myself slumping limply in the middle of a quiet and narrow alley | |
| like a broken hearted teenager. As if life is over | |
| Fall asleep when others started to open their ing eyes | |
| Like a battle in life that I will never win | |
| And if it' s hard for me to stay | |
| It' s such a shame for me to call it back | |
| I failed myself for the way that I have planned | |
| Cause I' m blind and I could find my way back | |
| Like gladiators living in the midst of thousands of people who want me to die torn by a tiger' s fangs. | |
| But no, not this time. I' m too tough to all old stories of mine | |
| I' m no longer a brokenhearted teenager. I' m no longer slumping limply in the middle of a quiet and narrow alley. As if life is over | |
| I won this fight. I' m not over. I live |