| 作曲 : Anderson, Calvert, Camacho ... | |
| Apathy is what got me here, | |
| I sit around and wait | |
| I watch the world across the room content with second rate | |
| So called friend all pass me by, in and out my space | |
| In and out my face, found another place | |
| I don't know where it is, | |
| I just know there it isn't | |
| I don't know what it is, | |
| I can feel something's... | |
| I don't know why it is, but | |
| I feel something's different | |
| I don't know what it is, something's definitely... | |
| Solitaire, an empty room, the pot is in the bad | |
| Winning seemed so easy when | |
| I cut the cards in half | |
| Don't tell me that | |
| I'm all alone, | |
| I choose the path | |
| I take Choose the path | |
| I take, chose to stay awake | |
| I don't know where it is, | |
| I just know there it isn't | |
| I don't know what it is, | |
| I can feel something's... | |
| I don't know why it is, but | |
| I feel something's different | |
| I don't know what it is, something's definitely...wrong | |
| You blink and then it's gone | |
| No one's behind you | |
| And with one sweep, so long | |
| Pass away, one more day | |
| Turns to rage | |
| It turns to rage | |
| Laughing at myself | |
| I'm the poster child for the one man army | |
| Living on my past | |
| Like it got me there where | |
| I never been, never seen | |
| Laughing at yourself | |
| You're the poster child for the one man army | |
| Living on your past | |
| Like it got you there where you've never been, never seen | |
| Lost days, new ways, turn to rage | |
| It turns to rage |
| zuo qu : Anderson, Calvert, Camacho ... | |
| Apathy is what got me here, | |
| I sit around and wait | |
| I watch the world across the room content with second rate | |
| So called friend all pass me by, in and out my space | |
| In and out my face, found another place | |
| I don' t know where it is, | |
| I just know there it isn' t | |
| I don' t know what it is, | |
| I can feel something' s... | |
| I don' t know why it is, but | |
| I feel something' s different | |
| I don' t know what it is, something' s definitely... | |
| Solitaire, an empty room, the pot is in the bad | |
| Winning seemed so easy when | |
| I cut the cards in half | |
| Don' t tell me that | |
| I' m all alone, | |
| I choose the path | |
| I take Choose the path | |
| I take, chose to stay awake | |
| I don' t know where it is, | |
| I just know there it isn' t | |
| I don' t know what it is, | |
| I can feel something' s... | |
| I don' t know why it is, but | |
| I feel something' s different | |
| I don' t know what it is, something' s definitely... wrong | |
| You blink and then it' s gone | |
| No one' s behind you | |
| And with one sweep, so long | |
| Pass away, one more day | |
| Turns to rage | |
| It turns to rage | |
| Laughing at myself | |
| I' m the poster child for the one man army | |
| Living on my past | |
| Like it got me there where | |
| I never been, never seen | |
| Laughing at yourself | |
| You' re the poster child for the one man army | |
| Living on your past | |
| Like it got you there where you' ve never been, never seen | |
| Lost days, new ways, turn to rage | |
| It turns to rage |
| zuò qǔ : Anderson, Calvert, Camacho ... | |
| Apathy is what got me here, | |
| I sit around and wait | |
| I watch the world across the room content with second rate | |
| So called friend all pass me by, in and out my space | |
| In and out my face, found another place | |
| I don' t know where it is, | |
| I just know there it isn' t | |
| I don' t know what it is, | |
| I can feel something' s... | |
| I don' t know why it is, but | |
| I feel something' s different | |
| I don' t know what it is, something' s definitely... | |
| Solitaire, an empty room, the pot is in the bad | |
| Winning seemed so easy when | |
| I cut the cards in half | |
| Don' t tell me that | |
| I' m all alone, | |
| I choose the path | |
| I take Choose the path | |
| I take, chose to stay awake | |
| I don' t know where it is, | |
| I just know there it isn' t | |
| I don' t know what it is, | |
| I can feel something' s... | |
| I don' t know why it is, but | |
| I feel something' s different | |
| I don' t know what it is, something' s definitely... wrong | |
| You blink and then it' s gone | |
| No one' s behind you | |
| And with one sweep, so long | |
| Pass away, one more day | |
| Turns to rage | |
| It turns to rage | |
| Laughing at myself | |
| I' m the poster child for the one man army | |
| Living on my past | |
| Like it got me there where | |
| I never been, never seen | |
| Laughing at yourself | |
| You' re the poster child for the one man army | |
| Living on your past | |
| Like it got you there where you' ve never been, never seen | |
| Lost days, new ways, turn to rage | |
| It turns to rage |