| Song | I Will Not Be Worth It |
| Artist | Maija Sofia |
| Album | The Sugar Sea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Maija Sofia Makela | |
| 作曲 : Maija Sofia Makela | |
| This is how the dust settles | |
| it's a flimsy filter to the aftershock | |
| you ask if I admire you, of course I do, | |
| but to tell you the truth | |
| I'm just a cheap wounded glitter fling, | |
| a pretty thing, but I will not be worth it. | |
| Lethargic darlin', little old you and me, | |
| are we almost obsolete? | |
| The distance grows stark and planetary, | |
| there is nothing there to touch or see | |
| and 'Love', that scarred tarnished shrapnel dream, | |
| is left undone | |
| and I'm just cold and easy | |
| So I will not be worth it | |
| But come here, come here | |
| come here, my sweet damaged dear. | |
| Come here, come here, | |
| come here my cheap box of fears. | |
| Come here, come here, | |
| come here my sweet damaged dear, | |
| come here, come here, | |
| come here, spin gold from my tears. | |
| But you know I'm not worth it. |
| zuo ci : Maija Sofia Makela | |
| zuo qu : Maija Sofia Makela | |
| This is how the dust settles | |
| it' s a flimsy filter to the aftershock | |
| you ask if I admire you, of course I do, | |
| but to tell you the truth | |
| I' m just a cheap wounded glitter fling, | |
| a pretty thing, but I will not be worth it. | |
| Lethargic darlin', little old you and me, | |
| are we almost obsolete? | |
| The distance grows stark and planetary, | |
| there is nothing there to touch or see | |
| and ' Love', that scarred tarnished shrapnel dream, | |
| is left undone | |
| and I' m just cold and easy | |
| So I will not be worth it | |
| But come here, come here | |
| come here, my sweet damaged dear. | |
| Come here, come here, | |
| come here my cheap box of fears. | |
| Come here, come here, | |
| come here my sweet damaged dear, | |
| come here, come here, | |
| come here, spin gold from my tears. | |
| But you know I' m not worth it. |
| zuò cí : Maija Sofia Makela | |
| zuò qǔ : Maija Sofia Makela | |
| This is how the dust settles | |
| it' s a flimsy filter to the aftershock | |
| you ask if I admire you, of course I do, | |
| but to tell you the truth | |
| I' m just a cheap wounded glitter fling, | |
| a pretty thing, but I will not be worth it. | |
| Lethargic darlin', little old you and me, | |
| are we almost obsolete? | |
| The distance grows stark and planetary, | |
| there is nothing there to touch or see | |
| and ' Love', that scarred tarnished shrapnel dream, | |
| is left undone | |
| and I' m just cold and easy | |
| So I will not be worth it | |
| But come here, come here | |
| come here, my sweet damaged dear. | |
| Come here, come here, | |
| come here my cheap box of fears. | |
| Come here, come here, | |
| come here my sweet damaged dear, | |
| come here, come here, | |
| come here, spin gold from my tears. | |
| But you know I' m not worth it. |