| Song | Maybe She Fell |
| Artist | Laura Bryna |
| Album | Trying to Be Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bunch, Middleman | |
| She's got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye, | |
| Way too blue for Revlon to disguise. | |
| And one shaped like California on her cheek. | |
| The thought of how it got there leaves me weak | |
| I watch her in the check-out line | |
| These thoughts are racing through my mind | |
| I bet he's sorry every time | |
| Maybe I'm wrong, I don't want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn't scream at night, | |
| Maybe I'm reading into this too far | |
| Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
| But I just want to scream out loud | |
| "Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell | |
| But then again maybe she fell | |
| Her stitches look like tiny rail-road tracks | |
| I hope they take her far away from him and fast | |
| She catches me staring and turns away | |
| Pulls her hair a little closer to her face | |
| I want to tell her its ok | |
| She doesn't have to live this way | |
| But he walks in, What can I say? | |
| Maybe I'm wrong, I don't want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn't scream at night, | |
| Maybe I'm reading into this too far | |
| Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
| But I just want to scream out loud | |
| "Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell," | |
| But then again maybe she fell | |
| He takes her change out of her hand | |
| And says, "You take too long." | |
| She sees me slam my number in her sack | |
| And suddenly they were gone. | |
| Maybe I'm wrong, I don't want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn't scream at night, | |
| Maybe I'm reading into this too far, | |
| Maybe she'll finally figure out, | |
| Life shouldn't have to be about | |
| Keeping painful secrets to yourself | |
| That's when maybe she'll tell | |
| Oh no, maybe she fell |
| zuo qu : Bunch, Middleman | |
| She' s got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye, | |
| Way too blue for Revlon to disguise. | |
| And one shaped like California on her cheek. | |
| The thought of how it got there leaves me weak | |
| I watch her in the checkout line | |
| These thoughts are racing through my mind | |
| I bet he' s sorry every time | |
| Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
| Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
| Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
| But I just want to scream out loud | |
| " Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell | |
| But then again maybe she fell | |
| Her stitches look like tiny railroad tracks | |
| I hope they take her far away from him and fast | |
| She catches me staring and turns away | |
| Pulls her hair a little closer to her face | |
| I want to tell her its ok | |
| She doesn' t have to live this way | |
| But he walks in, What can I say? | |
| Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
| Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
| Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
| But I just want to scream out loud | |
| " Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell," | |
| But then again maybe she fell | |
| He takes her change out of her hand | |
| And says, " You take too long." | |
| She sees me slam my number in her sack | |
| And suddenly they were gone. | |
| Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
| Maybe I' m reading into this too far, | |
| Maybe she' ll finally figure out, | |
| Life shouldn' t have to be about | |
| Keeping painful secrets to yourself | |
| That' s when maybe she' ll tell | |
| Oh no, maybe she fell |
| zuò qǔ : Bunch, Middleman | |
| She' s got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye, | |
| Way too blue for Revlon to disguise. | |
| And one shaped like California on her cheek. | |
| The thought of how it got there leaves me weak | |
| I watch her in the checkout line | |
| These thoughts are racing through my mind | |
| I bet he' s sorry every time | |
| Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
| Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
| Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
| But I just want to scream out loud | |
| " Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell | |
| But then again maybe she fell | |
| Her stitches look like tiny railroad tracks | |
| I hope they take her far away from him and fast | |
| She catches me staring and turns away | |
| Pulls her hair a little closer to her face | |
| I want to tell her its ok | |
| She doesn' t have to live this way | |
| But he walks in, What can I say? | |
| Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
| Maybe I' m reading into this too far | |
| Maybe I should shut my mouth | |
| But I just want to scream out loud | |
| " Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell," | |
| But then again maybe she fell | |
| He takes her change out of her hand | |
| And says, " You take too long." | |
| She sees me slam my number in her sack | |
| And suddenly they were gone. | |
| Maybe I' m wrong, I don' t want to be right. | |
| Maybe she doesn' t scream at night, | |
| Maybe I' m reading into this too far, | |
| Maybe she' ll finally figure out, | |
| Life shouldn' t have to be about | |
| Keeping painful secrets to yourself | |
| That' s when maybe she' ll tell | |
| Oh no, maybe she fell |