译文: 恩德韦尔. 单一与热爱它.
译文: 恩德韦尔. 珠峰的味道.
译文: 恩德韦尔. 僵尸从不认为两次.
Can you feel it coming? Nothing as it seems. Everything so perfectly wrong, so intoxicating like the fury of the seas. Let it crash just like the waters
I never knew the day we met would be the day I died from this overwhelming need that burns inside. Tragically, I had the world within my sights. Little
Screaming out my lungs I'm finished running myself down. Just another end never to be tied up. Hopeless and distraught, so far from where I want. If
I'm taking a look One was all it took to center my attention Need to know your name Need to feel this stain of your lips break this tention I reach out
I twist and turn in bed as you spiral though my head Won't continue to let these games be played I never wanted, never wanted any of this In here I
Consequences... Whatever happened to second chances? Ow I'm standing here empty handed. Nothing turned out just like the way I planned it. I brought
Throes of fear and apathy. Stale air that I cannot breath. Melancholy empty dreams where days of woe meet nights of grief. Broken heart dying light fades
The water is overflowing and carrying away The picture at the edge of the tub I held it close to me to try and keep up hopes That you would see I
Tangled in my veins We burned our eyes out staring at the early november sun Oh, How I hate goodbyes (Thanks to Allison for these lyrics)
Dont let go, Must be the head and I can't see us turning this ship around Phoning friends who lived this dream we started, started breaking down This
She stands so picturesque, heart beating through my chest And my mind cannot take what she is setting off in me A feeling so unique, I'm crippled by
He sent her a note telling her to be at the local ice cream shop at 5pm. "Don't be late and come alone. P.S. - Now look under the garbage can." All my
Nothing to hide. Nothing to lose. The little things that sicken me and are eating at my youth. I've held my ghosts at bay and smiled everyday but heavens
There moments trapped in time; memories of things you lost as left behind, all dreams go to hell. I'm spitting honest words and honest cries, I mourn
This sorrow somehow conforts me. Solace is found within defeat. Once a boy with dreams I held so high, but those dreams will never see the light of day