Monday, April 19, 2010

Undescribable Pain




No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame , not anymore .
It's your turn , so take a seat we're settling the final score .
And why do we like to hurt , so much ?

I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why , all the possibilities where I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here .
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here .
I still try holding onto silly things , I never learn .
Oh why , all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating . (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win , whoa .

Hey, make your way to me, to me .
And I'll always be just so inviting .
If I ever start to think straight ,
This heart will start a riot in me ,
Let's start , start , hey !

Why do we like to hurt so much ?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much ?

That's what you get when you let your heart win !
Whoa .

That's what you get when you let your heart win , whoa .
That's what you get when you let your heart win , whoa .

Now I can't trust myself with anything but this ,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win , whoa .

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