| Song | The Bitter Man |
| Artist | Desultory |
| Album | Swallow The Snake |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johnson, Morberg, Morberg | |
| So call me the bitter man cos I do no longer care. | |
| Tear off my skin, look deep in my soul | |
| and I'll show the scars I wear. | |
| I'm not crying, I'm not crying, I'm not the crying kind | |
| but you're dying yeah you're dying cos you're the dying kind. | |
| And I've been to the end and I'll take you there | |
| so don't make me think cause I don't even care. | |
| And I'll be happy to pour some salt in your wounds | |
| cos I'd love to see you cry. | |
| So don't trust my smile and don't trust my eyes | |
| cos I promise you I'll lie | |
| and I won't waste my time to prove you wrong | |
| cos it would take too god damn long, | |
| take too god damn, take too god damn, take too god damn long. | |
| You wish you'd be once again the one that wins in the end. | |
| Don't hope too much now my friend. | |
| Don't hope too much now my friend, let it go! | |
| The words I'll never speak still echoes in my mind | |
| just gaze into these empty eyes and tell me what you find |
| zuo ci : Johnson, Morberg, Morberg | |
| So call me the bitter man cos I do no longer care. | |
| Tear off my skin, look deep in my soul | |
| and I' ll show the scars I wear. | |
| I' m not crying, I' m not crying, I' m not the crying kind | |
| but you' re dying yeah you' re dying cos you' re the dying kind. | |
| And I' ve been to the end and I' ll take you there | |
| so don' t make me think cause I don' t even care. | |
| And I' ll be happy to pour some salt in your wounds | |
| cos I' d love to see you cry. | |
| So don' t trust my smile and don' t trust my eyes | |
| cos I promise you I' ll lie | |
| and I won' t waste my time to prove you wrong | |
| cos it would take too god damn long, | |
| take too god damn, take too god damn, take too god damn long. | |
| You wish you' d be once again the one that wins in the end. | |
| Don' t hope too much now my friend. | |
| Don' t hope too much now my friend, let it go! | |
| The words I' ll never speak still echoes in my mind | |
| just gaze into these empty eyes and tell me what you find |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Morberg, Morberg | |
| So call me the bitter man cos I do no longer care. | |
| Tear off my skin, look deep in my soul | |
| and I' ll show the scars I wear. | |
| I' m not crying, I' m not crying, I' m not the crying kind | |
| but you' re dying yeah you' re dying cos you' re the dying kind. | |
| And I' ve been to the end and I' ll take you there | |
| so don' t make me think cause I don' t even care. | |
| And I' ll be happy to pour some salt in your wounds | |
| cos I' d love to see you cry. | |
| So don' t trust my smile and don' t trust my eyes | |
| cos I promise you I' ll lie | |
| and I won' t waste my time to prove you wrong | |
| cos it would take too god damn long, | |
| take too god damn, take too god damn, take too god damn long. | |
| You wish you' d be once again the one that wins in the end. | |
| Don' t hope too much now my friend. | |
| Don' t hope too much now my friend, let it go! | |
| The words I' ll never speak still echoes in my mind | |
| just gaze into these empty eyes and tell me what you find |