歌曲 | I Am Mary |
歌手 | Alice Peacock |
专辑 | Love Remains |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Becker, Peacock | |
I am Mary, | |
I was pretty | |
You may remember me from the ninth grade | |
The boys would hold me | |
And my friends told me | |
The world would know me someday | |
I've made choices, heard some voices | |
Fought the battles inside my head | |
Life's a fabric but when | |
I grabbed it | |
All I got was a handful of threads | |
There's a stairwell, | |
I know so well' | |
Cause it gets cold out in the street | |
A crumpled dollar to start a fire | |
So that I could warm my feet | |
Police stations, investigations | |
Of a fire burning bright | |
They showed me pictures | |
Of those children | |
And told me | |
I was there that night | |
Conversations, medications | |
All my friends have left me now | |
No one could see them | |
But now I need them | |
To help me figure all this out | |
Why do they feed me | |
Give me TV | |
And a blanket for my feet | |
But something's workin'' | |
Cause it starts hurtin' | |
When it all comes back to me |
zuo qu : Becker, Peacock | |
I am Mary, | |
I was pretty | |
You may remember me from the ninth grade | |
The boys would hold me | |
And my friends told me | |
The world would know me someday | |
I' ve made choices, heard some voices | |
Fought the battles inside my head | |
Life' s a fabric but when | |
I grabbed it | |
All I got was a handful of threads | |
There' s a stairwell, | |
I know so well' | |
Cause it gets cold out in the street | |
A crumpled dollar to start a fire | |
So that I could warm my feet | |
Police stations, investigations | |
Of a fire burning bright | |
They showed me pictures | |
Of those children | |
And told me | |
I was there that night | |
Conversations, medications | |
All my friends have left me now | |
No one could see them | |
But now I need them | |
To help me figure all this out | |
Why do they feed me | |
Give me TV | |
And a blanket for my feet | |
But something' s workin'' | |
Cause it starts hurtin' | |
When it all comes back to me |
zuò qǔ : Becker, Peacock | |
I am Mary, | |
I was pretty | |
You may remember me from the ninth grade | |
The boys would hold me | |
And my friends told me | |
The world would know me someday | |
I' ve made choices, heard some voices | |
Fought the battles inside my head | |
Life' s a fabric but when | |
I grabbed it | |
All I got was a handful of threads | |
There' s a stairwell, | |
I know so well' | |
Cause it gets cold out in the street | |
A crumpled dollar to start a fire | |
So that I could warm my feet | |
Police stations, investigations | |
Of a fire burning bright | |
They showed me pictures | |
Of those children | |
And told me | |
I was there that night | |
Conversations, medications | |
All my friends have left me now | |
No one could see them | |
But now I need them | |
To help me figure all this out | |
Why do they feed me | |
Give me TV | |
And a blanket for my feet | |
But something' s workin'' | |
Cause it starts hurtin' | |
When it all comes back to me |