| Song | Make Me Suffer |
| Artist | Spike 1000 |
| Album | Waste Of Skin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Spike 1000 | |
| Make me suffer, everyday. | |
| If I make it seem my own, not yours, would you see through me? | |
| So full of apologies that i'm dragging on my knees. | |
| We make a path, to take yourself, and grab a simple life. | |
| In a space of fear, I see myself, and laugh to be inside. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It's so drastic now, i've lost my void. | |
| Somehow i'm stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| And I am worthless, in everyway. | |
| There was a time when I used to see the giant lie. | |
| Crawling back from a place where you can have them throw your face down. | |
| We make a path, to take yourself, and grab a simple life. | |
| In a space of fear, I see myself, and laugh to be inside. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It's so drastic now, i've lost my void. | |
| Somehow i'm stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| More from my head. | |
| Wished I was made clean in my, | |
| Perfect entrance. | |
| Wished I could breathe. | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| And I am worthless, in everyway. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It's so drastic now, i've lost my void. | |
| Somehow i'm stuck as your vice. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It's so drastic now, i've lost my void. | |
| Somehow i'm stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Everyday? |
| zuo qu : Spike 1000 | |
| Make me suffer, everyday. | |
| If I make it seem my own, not yours, would you see through me? | |
| So full of apologies that i' m dragging on my knees. | |
| We make a path, to take yourself, and grab a simple life. | |
| In a space of fear, I see myself, and laugh to be inside. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| And I am worthless, in everyway. | |
| There was a time when I used to see the giant lie. | |
| Crawling back from a place where you can have them throw your face down. | |
| We make a path, to take yourself, and grab a simple life. | |
| In a space of fear, I see myself, and laugh to be inside. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| More from my head. | |
| Wished I was made clean in my, | |
| Perfect entrance. | |
| Wished I could breathe. | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| And I am worthless, in everyway. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Everyday? |
| zuò qǔ : Spike 1000 | |
| Make me suffer, everyday. | |
| If I make it seem my own, not yours, would you see through me? | |
| So full of apologies that i' m dragging on my knees. | |
| We make a path, to take yourself, and grab a simple life. | |
| In a space of fear, I see myself, and laugh to be inside. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| And I am worthless, in everyway. | |
| There was a time when I used to see the giant lie. | |
| Crawling back from a place where you can have them throw your face down. | |
| We make a path, to take yourself, and grab a simple life. | |
| In a space of fear, I see myself, and laugh to be inside. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| More from my head. | |
| Wished I was made clean in my, | |
| Perfect entrance. | |
| Wished I could breathe. | |
| Make me suffer, everyday? | |
| And I am worthless, in everyway. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| You bring me down to the obvious, | |
| With your washed out eyes. | |
| It' s so drastic now, i' ve lost my void. | |
| Somehow i' m stuck as your vice. | |
| Why do you, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Make me suffer, | |
| Everyday? |