How many nights have I been drunk by myself
How many nights have I been so tired
How many times I fell asleep in tears at night
There is always too much ambiguity every day
Every night
Always holding a cigarette
Tasting pure nicotine
Too many encounters have made me lose my fighting spirit
When faced with problems, I always choose to swear
I always think too much about the result every time
I didn't think of the whole story
Maybe there will be a rainbow tomorrow
Or tomorrow the sun will be blood red
A little setback is nothing
Now I'm really confused
It's not even clear what dreams are like
Years of feelings have become reverie
You know what? It's actually
It's not what I want
Perhaps our tomorrow has been confused heartache!
How many nights have been lonely
How much sadness can't find someone to talk to
I can't forget those miserable fates are all lost
I slowly began to have become a little numb
I'm helpless, I'm flustered, I can't find anyone to cry
Maybe it's all my destiny
How many sad has been the end
Don't think about those memories, everything is passing by
Can't find the feeling of falling with the sunset
When I found that life lost color
They learn to become a bit degenerate
There are countless reasons to give up, always so far fetched
Can only look at their own confusion and no recovery
It's like a rainbow after the rain, but it's beautiful only once
It was the most beautiful one
Years of feelings have become reverie
You know what? It's actually
It's not what I want
Perhaps our tomorrow has been confused heartache!
Sometimes I really want to abandon everything
Listen to your own music
Or shut yourself in your room and listen
Listen to your own voice quietly
What do you want me to do with all this
Always waiting like a fool
Let the smile cover up my mood
I look at the sky in the dark and feel the desolation of the night
What I want is actually very ordinary
But why can't you always give
I'm begging God to be nice to me
But he always made me try to fail
Let me keep failing in the past
You will never understand
Oh, take Mike and sing like this
Years of feelings have become reverie
You know what? It's actually
It's not what I want
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