| Song | A Letter From Prison |
| Artist | Boy Hits Car |
| Album | Boy Hits Car |
| 作曲 : Boy Hits Car | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder torn between my heart, | |
| Torn between my heart and my mind. | |
| And I feel my body to see if | |
| I'm in, If | |
| I'm in tune with what | |
| I find. But | |
| I don't know how to feel. | |
| And I don't know what to feel, | |
| Anymore. Anymore. | |
| Wanna be the decision-cision | |
| Kill free things. | |
| I feel a difference inside. | |
| I'm a boy who's so sick of searching. | |
| Maybe there's a heaven nearby. | |
| So should | |
| I let these thoughts out, | |
| Or should | |
| I let you in? | |
| Its so easy to be in love. | |
| Look within. | |
| Will I find home? | |
| I just don't know | |
| How to feel. | |
| Feel How to feel | |
| How to feel | |
| Feel Feeling so afraid like | |
| I am stuck here, | |
| Like I am stuck here and can't move. | |
| I like to watch the sunsets lighting the warm colors. | |
| The warmth it blinds the truth. | |
| But I don't know how to feel, don't. | |
| And I don't know what to feel anymore. | |
| I keep on hurting myself. | |
| Tearing off the skin, | |
| I let it burn in the dirt. | |
| Going to adlib what | |
| I've learned | |
| Though it may be the truth, truth it hurts. | |
| When we have something inside that no motherfucker will touch. | |
| No I won't think like you. | |
| If I did what am | |
| I trying to prove? | |
| I just don't know... | |
| I just don't know how to feel. | |
| I just don't know what to feel anymore. |
| zuò qǔ : Boy Hits Car | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder torn between my heart, | |
| Torn between my heart and my mind. | |
| And I feel my body to see if | |
| I' m in, If | |
| I' m in tune with what | |
| I find. But | |
| I don' t know how to feel. | |
| And I don' t know what to feel, | |
| Anymore. Anymore. | |
| Wanna be the decisioncision | |
| Kill free things. | |
| I feel a difference inside. | |
| I' m a boy who' s so sick of searching. | |
| Maybe there' s a heaven nearby. | |
| So should | |
| I let these thoughts out, | |
| Or should | |
| I let you in? | |
| Its so easy to be in love. | |
| Look within. | |
| Will I find home? | |
| I just don' t know | |
| How to feel. | |
| Feel How to feel | |
| How to feel | |
| Feel Feeling so afraid like | |
| I am stuck here, | |
| Like I am stuck here and can' t move. | |
| I like to watch the sunsets lighting the warm colors. | |
| The warmth it blinds the truth. | |
| But I don' t know how to feel, don' t. | |
| And I don' t know what to feel anymore. | |
| I keep on hurting myself. | |
| Tearing off the skin, | |
| I let it burn in the dirt. | |
| Going to adlib what | |
| I' ve learned | |
| Though it may be the truth, truth it hurts. | |
| When we have something inside that no motherfucker will touch. | |
| No I won' t think like you. | |
| If I did what am | |
| I trying to prove? | |
| I just don' t know... | |
| I just don' t know how to feel. | |
| I just don' t know what to feel anymore. |