| Song | Cruel Reminder |
| Artist | Heatmiser |
| Album | Mic City Sons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gust, Smith | |
| Dead stop on the curb | |
| With eyes in back of my head | |
| Curbside inside around parking ?? | |
| Got a sore throat keeping you down | |
| A sick desire been creeping around | |
| Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest | |
| And the closer i am to you the thicker it gets | |
| A knife in the back and stuck in one place | |
| With a pat on the back and a slap on the face | |
| Keep trying to see from a better position | |
| It's no good | |
| And it never really makes any difference | |
| If it could | |
| Sick of having to start all over again | |
| Here comes a big insider, turn myself in | |
| Thinking of ways to explain everything | |
| This sick desire, don't you do a thing | |
| Keep trying to see from a better position | |
| It's no good | |
| And it never really makes any difference | |
| If it could | |
| Sick of having my hear right all over my face | |
| And the backseat drivers taking my place | |
| Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead | |
| It's a cruel reminder and it's all in my head |
| zuo qu : Gust, Smith | |
| Dead stop on the curb | |
| With eyes in back of my head | |
| Curbside inside around parking ?? | |
| Got a sore throat keeping you down | |
| A sick desire been creeping around | |
| Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest | |
| And the closer i am to you the thicker it gets | |
| A knife in the back and stuck in one place | |
| With a pat on the back and a slap on the face | |
| Keep trying to see from a better position | |
| It' s no good | |
| And it never really makes any difference | |
| If it could | |
| Sick of having to start all over again | |
| Here comes a big insider, turn myself in | |
| Thinking of ways to explain everything | |
| This sick desire, don' t you do a thing | |
| Keep trying to see from a better position | |
| It' s no good | |
| And it never really makes any difference | |
| If it could | |
| Sick of having my hear right all over my face | |
| And the backseat drivers taking my place | |
| Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead | |
| It' s a cruel reminder and it' s all in my head |
| zuò qǔ : Gust, Smith | |
| Dead stop on the curb | |
| With eyes in back of my head | |
| Curbside inside around parking ?? | |
| Got a sore throat keeping you down | |
| A sick desire been creeping around | |
| Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest | |
| And the closer i am to you the thicker it gets | |
| A knife in the back and stuck in one place | |
| With a pat on the back and a slap on the face | |
| Keep trying to see from a better position | |
| It' s no good | |
| And it never really makes any difference | |
| If it could | |
| Sick of having to start all over again | |
| Here comes a big insider, turn myself in | |
| Thinking of ways to explain everything | |
| This sick desire, don' t you do a thing | |
| Keep trying to see from a better position | |
| It' s no good | |
| And it never really makes any difference | |
| If it could | |
| Sick of having my hear right all over my face | |
| And the backseat drivers taking my place | |
| Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead | |
| It' s a cruel reminder and it' s all in my head |