| Song | Potential Suicide |
| Artist | Allister |
| Album | Before the Blackout |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Allister | |
| "Potential Suicide" | |
| She sits at home and tries to remember all the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down | |
| Now she's found that she can't stand the site of her reflection in the windows of this beat up old town | |
| She's packing all her problems | |
| Into a carry-on bag | |
| She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories | |
| And every night that she's alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her she goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare and a headache that will never go away | |
| She's doing time and hating every minute of it blaming everything on something she can't escape | |
| She cries and she cries | |
| But no one ever listens | |
| She doesn't understand why she can't slow down | |
| She's packing all her problems | |
| Into a carry-on bag | |
| She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories | |
| And every night that she's alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she's kept inside | |
| Doesn't help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the heartache and the frustration tonight | |
| And now it feels like she's been dealt a shitty hand | |
| She said "it is mine" but she doesn't understand | |
| And every night that she's alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she's kept inside | |
| Doesn't help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the teardrops that she cried | |
| And every night that she's alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she's kept inside | |
| Doesn't help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the heartache and the frustration tonight |
| zuo qu : Allister | |
| " Potential Suicide" | |
| She sits at home and tries to remember all the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down | |
| Now she' s found that she can' t stand the site of her reflection in the windows of this beat up old town | |
| She' s packing all her problems | |
| Into a carryon bag | |
| She' s packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her she goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare and a headache that will never go away | |
| She' s doing time and hating every minute of it blaming everything on something she can' t escape | |
| She cries and she cries | |
| But no one ever listens | |
| She doesn' t understand why she can' t slow down | |
| She' s packing all her problems | |
| Into a carryon bag | |
| She' s packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she' s kept inside | |
| Doesn' t help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the heartache and the frustration tonight | |
| And now it feels like she' s been dealt a shitty hand | |
| She said " it is mine" but she doesn' t understand | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she' s kept inside | |
| Doesn' t help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the teardrops that she cried | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she' s kept inside | |
| Doesn' t help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the heartache and the frustration tonight |
| zuò qǔ : Allister | |
| " Potential Suicide" | |
| She sits at home and tries to remember all the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down | |
| Now she' s found that she can' t stand the site of her reflection in the windows of this beat up old town | |
| She' s packing all her problems | |
| Into a carryon bag | |
| She' s packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her she goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare and a headache that will never go away | |
| She' s doing time and hating every minute of it blaming everything on something she can' t escape | |
| She cries and she cries | |
| But no one ever listens | |
| She doesn' t understand why she can' t slow down | |
| She' s packing all her problems | |
| Into a carryon bag | |
| She' s packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she' s kept inside | |
| Doesn' t help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the heartache and the frustration tonight | |
| And now it feels like she' s been dealt a shitty hand | |
| She said " it is mine" but she doesn' t understand | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she' s kept inside | |
| Doesn' t help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the teardrops that she cried | |
| And every night that she' s alive | |
| Is a potential suicide | |
| And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her | |
| And all the pain she' s kept inside | |
| Doesn' t help to cleanse her mind | |
| From all the heartache and the frustration tonight |