歌曲 | Maybe She Fell |
歌手 | Laura Bryna |
专辑 | Trying to Be Me |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bunch, Middleman | |
She's got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye, | |
Way too blue for Revlon to disguise. | |
And one shaped like California on her cheek. | |
The thought of how it got there leaves me weak | |
I watch her in the check-out line | |
These thoughts are racing through my mind | |
I bet he's sorry every time | |
Maybe I'm wrong, I don't want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn't scream at night, | |
Maybe I'm reading into this too far | |
Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
But I just want to scream out loud | |
"Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell | |
But then again maybe she fell | |
Her stitches look like tiny rail-road tracks | |
I hope they take her far away from him and fast | |
She catches me staring and turns away | |
Pulls her hair a little closer to her face | |
I want to tell her its ok | |
She doesn't have to live this way | |
But he walks in, What can I say? | |
Maybe I'm wrong, I don't want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn't scream at night, | |
Maybe I'm reading into this too far | |
Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
But I just want to scream out loud | |
"Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell," | |
But then again maybe she fell | |
He takes her change out of her hand | |
And says, "You take too long." | |
She sees me slam my number in her sack | |
And suddenly they were gone. | |
Maybe I'm wrong, I don't want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn't scream at night, | |
Maybe I'm reading into this too far, | |
Maybe she'll finally figure out, | |
Life shouldn't have to be about | |
Keeping painful secrets to yourself | |
That's when maybe she'll tell | |
Oh no, maybe she fell |
zuo qu : Bunch, Middleman | |
She' s got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye, | |
Way too blue for Revlon to disguise. | |
And one shaped like California on her cheek. | |
The thought of how it got there leaves me weak | |
I watch her in the checkout line | |
These thoughts are racing through my mind | |
I bet he' s sorry every time | |
Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
But I just want to scream out loud | |
" Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell | |
But then again maybe she fell | |
Her stitches look like tiny railroad tracks | |
I hope they take her far away from him and fast | |
She catches me staring and turns away | |
Pulls her hair a little closer to her face | |
I want to tell her its ok | |
She doesn' t have to live this way | |
But he walks in, What can I say? | |
Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
But I just want to scream out loud | |
" Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell," | |
But then again maybe she fell | |
He takes her change out of her hand | |
And says, " You take too long." | |
She sees me slam my number in her sack | |
And suddenly they were gone. | |
Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
Maybe I' m reading into this too far, | |
Maybe she' ll finally figure out, | |
Life shouldn' t have to be about | |
Keeping painful secrets to yourself | |
That' s when maybe she' ll tell | |
Oh no, maybe she fell |
zuò qǔ : Bunch, Middleman | |
She' s got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye, | |
Way too blue for Revlon to disguise. | |
And one shaped like California on her cheek. | |
The thought of how it got there leaves me weak | |
I watch her in the checkout line | |
These thoughts are racing through my mind | |
I bet he' s sorry every time | |
Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
But I just want to scream out loud | |
" Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell | |
But then again maybe she fell | |
Her stitches look like tiny railroad tracks | |
I hope they take her far away from him and fast | |
She catches me staring and turns away | |
Pulls her hair a little closer to her face | |
I want to tell her its ok | |
She doesn' t have to live this way | |
But he walks in, What can I say? | |
Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
But I just want to scream out loud | |
" Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell," | |
But then again maybe she fell | |
He takes her change out of her hand | |
And says, " You take too long." | |
She sees me slam my number in her sack | |
And suddenly they were gone. | |
Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
Maybe I' m reading into this too far, | |
Maybe she' ll finally figure out, | |
Life shouldn' t have to be about | |
Keeping painful secrets to yourself | |
That' s when maybe she' ll tell | |
Oh no, maybe she fell |