| Song | It Isn't Me |
| Artist | The Color Fred |
| Album | Bend To Break |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Color Fred | |
| What's the worst you could feel and you only need a friend. | |
| But you say, it isn't me. | |
| What's the best time we've had, it's the best | |
| I ever had. | |
| Still you say, it isn't me. | |
| You've got ideas in your head, of someone you could talk to, someone that's forever. | |
| And though you've told me twice before, not to count on nothing. | |
| My foot is in the door. | |
| Watch the time flying by, | |
| I guess you'll stay over again. | |
| But I won't kid myself, it isn't me. | |
| Cuz in the morning, when you leave, you won't know | |
| I never slept. | |
| Cuz you were dreaming, no, it isn't me. | |
| You've got ideas in your head, of someone you could talk to, and maybe that's forever. | |
| And so you told me twice before, | |
| And yeah, that's right, | |
| I'm counting. | |
| Counting on. | |
| My foot is in the door. | |
| Just tell me that you're sure. | |
| Just tell me that you're sure, that | |
| I mean nothing to you. | |
| Tell me that your sure. | |
| Tell me that your sure, that | |
| I mean nothing to you. | |
| Don't you think that it's time you admitted to yourself, maybe | |
| I know you better than you care to know yourself. | |
| Don't you think that it's time you admitted to yourself, (admitted to yourself) | |
| Whoa. What's the point for us to talk anymore? | |
| What's the point when there's only something wrong, maybe this time, if you're crying, maybe this time, someone's lying, maybe this time, maybe this time, it isn't me. |
| zuo qu : Color Fred | |
| What' s the worst you could feel and you only need a friend. | |
| But you say, it isn' t me. | |
| What' s the best time we' ve had, it' s the best | |
| I ever had. | |
| Still you say, it isn' t me. | |
| You' ve got ideas in your head, of someone you could talk to, someone that' s forever. | |
| And though you' ve told me twice before, not to count on nothing. | |
| My foot is in the door. | |
| Watch the time flying by, | |
| I guess you' ll stay over again. | |
| But I won' t kid myself, it isn' t me. | |
| Cuz in the morning, when you leave, you won' t know | |
| I never slept. | |
| Cuz you were dreaming, no, it isn' t me. | |
| You' ve got ideas in your head, of someone you could talk to, and maybe that' s forever. | |
| And so you told me twice before, | |
| And yeah, that' s right, | |
| I' m counting. | |
| Counting on. | |
| My foot is in the door. | |
| Just tell me that you' re sure. | |
| Just tell me that you' re sure, that | |
| I mean nothing to you. | |
| Tell me that your sure. | |
| Tell me that your sure, that | |
| I mean nothing to you. | |
| Don' t you think that it' s time you admitted to yourself, maybe | |
| I know you better than you care to know yourself. | |
| Don' t you think that it' s time you admitted to yourself, admitted to yourself | |
| Whoa. What' s the point for us to talk anymore? | |
| What' s the point when there' s only something wrong, maybe this time, if you' re crying, maybe this time, someone' s lying, maybe this time, maybe this time, it isn' t me. |
| zuò qǔ : Color Fred | |
| What' s the worst you could feel and you only need a friend. | |
| But you say, it isn' t me. | |
| What' s the best time we' ve had, it' s the best | |
| I ever had. | |
| Still you say, it isn' t me. | |
| You' ve got ideas in your head, of someone you could talk to, someone that' s forever. | |
| And though you' ve told me twice before, not to count on nothing. | |
| My foot is in the door. | |
| Watch the time flying by, | |
| I guess you' ll stay over again. | |
| But I won' t kid myself, it isn' t me. | |
| Cuz in the morning, when you leave, you won' t know | |
| I never slept. | |
| Cuz you were dreaming, no, it isn' t me. | |
| You' ve got ideas in your head, of someone you could talk to, and maybe that' s forever. | |
| And so you told me twice before, | |
| And yeah, that' s right, | |
| I' m counting. | |
| Counting on. | |
| My foot is in the door. | |
| Just tell me that you' re sure. | |
| Just tell me that you' re sure, that | |
| I mean nothing to you. | |
| Tell me that your sure. | |
| Tell me that your sure, that | |
| I mean nothing to you. | |
| Don' t you think that it' s time you admitted to yourself, maybe | |
| I know you better than you care to know yourself. | |
| Don' t you think that it' s time you admitted to yourself, admitted to yourself | |
| Whoa. What' s the point for us to talk anymore? | |
| What' s the point when there' s only something wrong, maybe this time, if you' re crying, maybe this time, someone' s lying, maybe this time, maybe this time, it isn' t me. |