Lost歌词

Lost - Liza Anne
I'll be damned If I do It damned If I don't
I'll be lost If I love him lost If I won't
And I can't muster up the courage
To say It's best that I leave
I Can't muster up much of anything
When I'm feeling you breath
My human heart won't mend
Itself when my own two hands are ripping out the seams
Oh It seems I'm my own worst enemy
I'm doing It to myself
I'll be hurt If I leave him but turn cold If I don't
He's the sweet of a Morning kiss
But there's a poison It holds
Sticking thorns Into my spine but I won't let go
Sticking thorns Into my sight but I'll keep my eyes closed
My human heart won't mend
Itself when my own two hands are ripping out the seams
Oh It seems I'm my own worst enemy
I'm doing It to myself
I'm doing It
I'm doing It
I'm doing It
With my own heart I won't let It mend
I use my own two hands I rip out all the seams
Oh It seems I'm my own worst enemy
I'm doing It to myself
I'm doing It
I'm doing It
I'm doing It to myself编辑于2021/05/11更新