作词 : 保罗的花栗鼠
作曲 : 保罗的花栗鼠
编曲 : 保罗的花栗鼠
Hello, hello.
Testing, testing.
Thinking?
For what?
One who doesn’t exist.
Everyone there.
Touch, kiss and even sex.
But you're the child who can't always get the apple.
Bitter, sadder, low productive.
Nobody knows you.
Extremely sensitive to the soul.
A creep away from the herd.
Desperate thoughts of adolescence.
Think too much.
Listen to strange music and learn from others to draw.
Drink tea and Martini.
No tears.
No crying.
Trouble yourself, never drag others down.
Some of them all have bullshit love.
You pretend you don't care.
Just keep dreaming.
How you wish you were special.
She doesn't belong here.
You don't need to fight.
What you know is right.
Like someone said.
True love waits.
So.
The monster is coming.
Why you don't run.
Run.
Run.
Run.
Run.
Oh.
My boy.
My love.
Run.
Run.
Don' t look back.
Just go.