作曲 : Chavarre, Ilustre, Machado ... | |
I started to think | |
I'm starting to think | |
I'm constantly loosing, who you want me to be | |
You started to Die | |
I start to rely | |
And confide because I, I do what ever I can | |
Pero me mata, ya no sirve | |
It's driving me insane | |
And it's ****ed up, that's what this is | |
And it's never gonna change | |
I'm | |
Picking up the pieces | |
Every time you leave me here | |
I'm a mess | |
And I must confess to you | |
La gente me lo dice cuando ya - right here | |
Cabes no mas | |
Perdiras la paz | |
I shudder to think | |
I shout out to think | |
The only confusion's who you want me to be | |
I started to lie | |
You start to deny | |
And defy because I, I do whatever I can | |
It's killing me to face this | |
It's driving me insane | |
It's ****ed up, that's what this is | |
And it's never gonna change | |
You want to leave | |
We'll fly away | |
To give and keep | |
We'll die awake | |
Caminos sin destino | |
Caminas, con tus ojos sin caminos | |
The map will have to be re-drawn | |
And the sky will dress all in black | |
For 60 days the air will disappear | |
For 50 days you will know me | |
Holding your hand till the last dance | |
Right into this ballroom of circumstance | |
We'll die awake | |
I'm | |
Picking up the pieces | |
Every time you leave me here | |
I'm a mess | |
And I must confess to you | |
La gente me lo dice cuando ya - right here | |
Cabes no mas | |
Perdiras la paz |
zuo qu : Chavarre, Ilustre, Machado ... | |
I started to think | |
I' m starting to think | |
I' m constantly loosing, who you want me to be | |
You started to Die | |
I start to rely | |
And confide because I, I do what ever I can | |
Pero me mata, ya no sirve | |
It' s driving me insane | |
And it' s ed up, that' s what this is | |
And it' s never gonna change | |
I' m | |
Picking up the pieces | |
Every time you leave me here | |
I' m a mess | |
And I must confess to you | |
La gente me lo dice cuando ya right here | |
Cabes no mas | |
Perdiras la paz | |
I shudder to think | |
I shout out to think | |
The only confusion' s who you want me to be | |
I started to lie | |
You start to deny | |
And defy because I, I do whatever I can | |
It' s killing me to face this | |
It' s driving me insane | |
It' s ed up, that' s what this is | |
And it' s never gonna change | |
You want to leave | |
We' ll fly away | |
To give and keep | |
We' ll die awake | |
Caminos sin destino | |
Caminas, con tus ojos sin caminos | |
The map will have to be redrawn | |
And the sky will dress all in black | |
For 60 days the air will disappear | |
For 50 days you will know me | |
Holding your hand till the last dance | |
Right into this ballroom of circumstance | |
We' ll die awake | |
I' m | |
Picking up the pieces | |
Every time you leave me here | |
I' m a mess | |
And I must confess to you | |
La gente me lo dice cuando ya right here | |
Cabes no mas | |
Perdiras la paz |
zuò qǔ : Chavarre, Ilustre, Machado ... | |
I started to think | |
I' m starting to think | |
I' m constantly loosing, who you want me to be | |
You started to Die | |
I start to rely | |
And confide because I, I do what ever I can | |
Pero me mata, ya no sirve | |
It' s driving me insane | |
And it' s ed up, that' s what this is | |
And it' s never gonna change | |
I' m | |
Picking up the pieces | |
Every time you leave me here | |
I' m a mess | |
And I must confess to you | |
La gente me lo dice cuando ya right here | |
Cabes no mas | |
Perdiras la paz | |
I shudder to think | |
I shout out to think | |
The only confusion' s who you want me to be | |
I started to lie | |
You start to deny | |
And defy because I, I do whatever I can | |
It' s killing me to face this | |
It' s driving me insane | |
It' s ed up, that' s what this is | |
And it' s never gonna change | |
You want to leave | |
We' ll fly away | |
To give and keep | |
We' ll die awake | |
Caminos sin destino | |
Caminas, con tus ojos sin caminos | |
The map will have to be redrawn | |
And the sky will dress all in black | |
For 60 days the air will disappear | |
For 50 days you will know me | |
Holding your hand till the last dance | |
Right into this ballroom of circumstance | |
We' ll die awake | |
I' m | |
Picking up the pieces | |
Every time you leave me here | |
I' m a mess | |
And I must confess to you | |
La gente me lo dice cuando ya right here | |
Cabes no mas | |
Perdiras la paz |