| Song | Boy Meets World War Iii |
| Artist | Endwell |
| Album | Homeland Insecurity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Endwell | |
| I never knew the day we met would be the day I died from this overwhelming need that burns inside. | |
| Tragically, I had the world within my sights. | |
| Little did I know, this was all in my mind. | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Where have you been? | |
| What kind of world am I living in? | |
| Please pull me from this hell I live. | |
| I'm burning up and you're over this. | |
| In every pill I take, each nigth I lie awake, your face is all I ****ing see. | |
| Face buried in a pillow, all I see is the silhouette of you dancing in my dreams. | |
| Just pull the plug and end what you've begun. | |
| This love his hell, my heart is dead |
| zuo qu : Endwell | |
| I never knew the day we met would be the day I died from this overwhelming need that burns inside. | |
| Tragically, I had the world within my sights. | |
| Little did I know, this was all in my mind. | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Where have you been? | |
| What kind of world am I living in? | |
| Please pull me from this hell I live. | |
| I' m burning up and you' re over this. | |
| In every pill I take, each nigth I lie awake, your face is all I ing see. | |
| Face buried in a pillow, all I see is the silhouette of you dancing in my dreams. | |
| Just pull the plug and end what you' ve begun. | |
| This love his hell, my heart is dead |
| zuò qǔ : Endwell | |
| I never knew the day we met would be the day I died from this overwhelming need that burns inside. | |
| Tragically, I had the world within my sights. | |
| Little did I know, this was all in my mind. | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Where have you been? | |
| What kind of world am I living in? | |
| Please pull me from this hell I live. | |
| I' m burning up and you' re over this. | |
| In every pill I take, each nigth I lie awake, your face is all I ing see. | |
| Face buried in a pillow, all I see is the silhouette of you dancing in my dreams. | |
| Just pull the plug and end what you' ve begun. | |
| This love his hell, my heart is dead |