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Head out the door like before pick my things off the floor go on tour after tour with a huge ass bag that can't fitt my love with a useless bag, man it can't fit my love there i go again repeting myself and i'm deciving myself till i belive in myself that i need something else jeopardizing health looking, looking, looking for something, but i really can't tell what it is, what it was, and again shall be maybe it shifted through the years and i'm stuck in the dream that i had as a teenager rappin ass fiend now with all this stress around me i can't recognize me so i, pick up the phone and a bad connection and a low battery dose little to hide the thought that we miles apart and it drives my heart insane trying to start to explain all in vain byt i'm sayin... What should i write pick up the pen don't know where to begin it goes... i miss you well it's true but iy's lame, ain't no words to explain how can i tell you how much i miss you cus the words have been used and abused for so long they don't mean nothing, no more to no one and specifically not us we're thinking about stuff a little bit too much with our critical outlook that kind of makes us depressed and when it aches in our chest we're desperately lookin, lookin for ways to espress our deepest emotions, but somebody stole 'em sold 'em back to us perverted, distorted that's why when i tell you i love you, you can't hear i wanna tell you to trust me forever but i don't dare cus the words have been used and abused for so long i can't relate to their hate don't want it in your song cus


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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