| Song | Displacement Theory |
| Artist | xLooking Forwardx |
| Album | The Path We Tread |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : XLooking Forwardx | |
| Holding on. | |
| Holding on to what I have of you. | |
| Sometime it seems it's all I ever have. | |
| It's true that a memory, a memory is keeping me alive. | |
| I'm not being possessive if I need you to survive. | |
| Displaced by circumstances not beyond control. | |
| Past thoughts of romance are tearing at my soul. | |
| But I need you to make mine whole. | |
| Displacement by something that you love. | |
| But I can't make you stop. | |
| Can't hurt my one true love. | |
| Because if I did I fear you would resent me. | |
| But this time is killing me. | |
| My heart must represent me. | |
| Why can't things be the way they were? |
| zuo qu : XLooking Forwardx | |
| Holding on. | |
| Holding on to what I have of you. | |
| Sometime it seems it' s all I ever have. | |
| It' s true that a memory, a memory is keeping me alive. | |
| I' m not being possessive if I need you to survive. | |
| Displaced by circumstances not beyond control. | |
| Past thoughts of romance are tearing at my soul. | |
| But I need you to make mine whole. | |
| Displacement by something that you love. | |
| But I can' t make you stop. | |
| Can' t hurt my one true love. | |
| Because if I did I fear you would resent me. | |
| But this time is killing me. | |
| My heart must represent me. | |
| Why can' t things be the way they were? |
| zuò qǔ : XLooking Forwardx | |
| Holding on. | |
| Holding on to what I have of you. | |
| Sometime it seems it' s all I ever have. | |
| It' s true that a memory, a memory is keeping me alive. | |
| I' m not being possessive if I need you to survive. | |
| Displaced by circumstances not beyond control. | |
| Past thoughts of romance are tearing at my soul. | |
| But I need you to make mine whole. | |
| Displacement by something that you love. | |
| But I can' t make you stop. | |
| Can' t hurt my one true love. | |
| Because if I did I fear you would resent me. | |
| But this time is killing me. | |
| My heart must represent me. | |
| Why can' t things be the way they were? |