| 作曲 : Adema | |
| Been greeted with a smile, | |
| In my back twists the knife, | |
| So quick to flip the switch, | |
| Never know quite what hit, | |
| Behind lines you know, | |
| True colors always show, | |
| Forget that you exist, | |
| The hand that feeds cut off at the wrist. | |
| Hate spreads like infection, | |
| Two faces yet you see one. | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go, | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it's killing you. | |
| Fed up for so long, | |
| I've let go, | |
| Watch you hang on, | |
| When did lost trust begin, | |
| As soon as | |
| I decide to let you in, | |
| This took a part of me, | |
| That will never return you see, | |
| I've grown cold and hollow, | |
| The hurt that's caused | |
| I'll never let it show. | |
| Total lack of devotion, | |
| In you I have no faith. | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go, | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it's killing you. | |
| There's no way that you ever could have known, | |
| I would stoop so low, | |
| Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing, | |
| And I know all the things you play, | |
| Think hard 'cause now it starts to eat you, | |
| There's nothing else to do, | |
| WHAT'S DON | |
| E IS DONE, | |
| You hold on to what you feel is true, | |
| And now it's killing you. | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it's killing you, | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go |
| zuo qu : Adema | |
| Been greeted with a smile, | |
| In my back twists the knife, | |
| So quick to flip the switch, | |
| Never know quite what hit, | |
| Behind lines you know, | |
| True colors always show, | |
| Forget that you exist, | |
| The hand that feeds cut off at the wrist. | |
| Hate spreads like infection, | |
| Two faces yet you see one. | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go, | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it' s killing you. | |
| Fed up for so long, | |
| I' ve let go, | |
| Watch you hang on, | |
| When did lost trust begin, | |
| As soon as | |
| I decide to let you in, | |
| This took a part of me, | |
| That will never return you see, | |
| I' ve grown cold and hollow, | |
| The hurt that' s caused | |
| I' ll never let it show. | |
| Total lack of devotion, | |
| In you I have no faith. | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go, | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it' s killing you. | |
| There' s no way that you ever could have known, | |
| I would stoop so low, | |
| Don' t tell me you wouldn' t do the same thing, | |
| And I know all the things you play, | |
| Think hard ' cause now it starts to eat you, | |
| There' s nothing else to do, | |
| WHAT' S DON | |
| E IS DONE, | |
| You hold on to what you feel is true, | |
| And now it' s killing you. | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it' s killing you, | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go |
| zuò qǔ : Adema | |
| Been greeted with a smile, | |
| In my back twists the knife, | |
| So quick to flip the switch, | |
| Never know quite what hit, | |
| Behind lines you know, | |
| True colors always show, | |
| Forget that you exist, | |
| The hand that feeds cut off at the wrist. | |
| Hate spreads like infection, | |
| Two faces yet you see one. | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go, | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it' s killing you. | |
| Fed up for so long, | |
| I' ve let go, | |
| Watch you hang on, | |
| When did lost trust begin, | |
| As soon as | |
| I decide to let you in, | |
| This took a part of me, | |
| That will never return you see, | |
| I' ve grown cold and hollow, | |
| The hurt that' s caused | |
| I' ll never let it show. | |
| Total lack of devotion, | |
| In you I have no faith. | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go, | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it' s killing you. | |
| There' s no way that you ever could have known, | |
| I would stoop so low, | |
| Don' t tell me you wouldn' t do the same thing, | |
| And I know all the things you play, | |
| Think hard ' cause now it starts to eat you, | |
| There' s nothing else to do, | |
| WHAT' S DON | |
| E IS DONE, | |
| You hold on to what you feel is true, | |
| And now it' s killing you. | |
| Know one day when most of us are gone, | |
| Shoot the arrows, | |
| Holding on to what you feel is true, | |
| And it' s killing you, | |
| Hey, shoot the arrows, | |
| As I turn and go |