| Song | Through The Wound |
| Artist | My Ruin |
| Album | Throat Full Of Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : B, Murphy | |
| LATE AT NIGHT I WATCH AS THE SUN COMES UP - THE BREAK OF DAY IS NOT ENOUGH, WAS I REALLY DEAD?! | |
| AND I REMEMBER HOW I FELT THIS TIME LAST YEAR - WONDER WILL IT DISAPPEAR SOMETHINGS GOTTA GIVE... | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| NEVER LET GO OF THAT FIERY SADNESS, THROAT FULL OF HEART - MOUTH OF MADNESS! | |
| BY MISTAKE I SWALLOW ANOTHER PILL - BITTERSWEET IS SUCH A THRILL - TRY TO FEEL ALIVE! | |
| AND I FORGET ALL THE PAIN JUST GOES AWAY - WISH THAT I COULD SLEEP ALL DAY DISCONNECT MYSELF... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| IS IT BETTER TO DEFEAT THIS MONSTER - BE SECURE IN THE SILENCE OR TO BE DEVOURED, DEVOURED?! | |
| AND WHEN I STAND BEFORE YOU AT THE END OF THIS... | |
| WILL I HAVE ENOUGH GUTS TO LOVE THOSE LITTLE SLICES OF MY DEATH?! | |
| NEVER LET OF THAT FIERY SADNESS... NEVER LET GO OF THAT FIERY SADNESS! | |
| And I would rather have eyes that can't see, ears that cant hear - | |
| Lips that can't speak... than a heart which no longer can beat... | |
| This strange melancholy pervades me at which I hesitate to give the grave and that beautiful name of... MY LIFE! | |
| ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCARS - THE WAY OUT IS THROUGH THE WOUND | |
| ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCARS - THE WAY OUT IS THROUGH THE WOUND | |
| Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says... | |
| I'LL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW |
| zuo qu : B, Murphy | |
| LATE AT NIGHT I WATCH AS THE SUN COMES UP THE BREAK OF DAY IS NOT ENOUGH, WAS I REALLY DEAD?! | |
| AND I REMEMBER HOW I FELT THIS TIME LAST YEAR WONDER WILL IT DISAPPEAR SOMETHINGS GOTTA GIVE... | |
| Chorus: | |
| NEVER LET GO OF THAT FIERY SADNESS, THROAT FULL OF HEART MOUTH OF MADNESS! | |
| BY MISTAKE I SWALLOW ANOTHER PILL BITTERSWEET IS SUCH A THRILL TRY TO FEEL ALIVE! | |
| AND I FORGET ALL THE PAIN JUST GOES AWAY WISH THAT I COULD SLEEP ALL DAY DISCONNECT MYSELF... | |
| Chorus | |
| IS IT BETTER TO DEFEAT THIS MONSTER BE SECURE IN THE SILENCE OR TO BE DEVOURED, DEVOURED?! | |
| AND WHEN I STAND BEFORE YOU AT THE END OF THIS... | |
| WILL I HAVE ENOUGH GUTS TO LOVE THOSE LITTLE SLICES OF MY DEATH?! | |
| NEVER LET OF THAT FIERY SADNESS... NEVER LET GO OF THAT FIERY SADNESS! | |
| And I would rather have eyes that can' t see, ears that cant hear | |
| Lips that can' t speak... than a heart which no longer can beat... | |
| This strange melancholy pervades me at which I hesitate to give the grave and that beautiful name of... MY LIFE! | |
| ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCARS THE WAY OUT IS THROUGH THE WOUND | |
| ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCARS THE WAY OUT IS THROUGH THE WOUND | |
| Courage doesn' t always roar, sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says... | |
| I' LL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW |
| zuò qǔ : B, Murphy | |
| LATE AT NIGHT I WATCH AS THE SUN COMES UP THE BREAK OF DAY IS NOT ENOUGH, WAS I REALLY DEAD?! | |
| AND I REMEMBER HOW I FELT THIS TIME LAST YEAR WONDER WILL IT DISAPPEAR SOMETHINGS GOTTA GIVE... | |
| Chorus: | |
| NEVER LET GO OF THAT FIERY SADNESS, THROAT FULL OF HEART MOUTH OF MADNESS! | |
| BY MISTAKE I SWALLOW ANOTHER PILL BITTERSWEET IS SUCH A THRILL TRY TO FEEL ALIVE! | |
| AND I FORGET ALL THE PAIN JUST GOES AWAY WISH THAT I COULD SLEEP ALL DAY DISCONNECT MYSELF... | |
| Chorus | |
| IS IT BETTER TO DEFEAT THIS MONSTER BE SECURE IN THE SILENCE OR TO BE DEVOURED, DEVOURED?! | |
| AND WHEN I STAND BEFORE YOU AT THE END OF THIS... | |
| WILL I HAVE ENOUGH GUTS TO LOVE THOSE LITTLE SLICES OF MY DEATH?! | |
| NEVER LET OF THAT FIERY SADNESS... NEVER LET GO OF THAT FIERY SADNESS! | |
| And I would rather have eyes that can' t see, ears that cant hear | |
| Lips that can' t speak... than a heart which no longer can beat... | |
| This strange melancholy pervades me at which I hesitate to give the grave and that beautiful name of... MY LIFE! | |
| ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCARS THE WAY OUT IS THROUGH THE WOUND | |
| ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCARS THE WAY OUT IS THROUGH THE WOUND | |
| Courage doesn' t always roar, sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says... | |
| I' LL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW |