Gute Dinge~ Like That
Unravel me life a flower
Guitar~
(Drop the beat yeah~)
Jazz~
(Gute Dinge~
Gute Dinge~)
Nice sayings from others
Are like
Sweet things from other
But then
You go behind my back and
Now I say No~
Bye Bye
Nice sayings turn into
Nasty words
Sweet things turn into
Bitter material
When you go behind my back
And now I say no~
Same Still
How you replaced me (so fast)
Bet you like to make (crippled hearts)
How you ever forget I was real
Till you make me nothing but a missing memory
Walking down
The grand staircase
Chandeliers Crash
Until the glass Breaks
And it spills like the tears
I once used to shed just for you
Hand on the railing
(Don’t want to let go)
Yet for the best
(I let you go)
And it spills like the tears
That dried up into air
That is why we can’t have
Jazz~ Ooh~ Gute Things 4x
Ever heard
All that glitter
(Gold is fake)
Don’t try to act like the person
When you let go of the facade
(Not working
Cause the
Faucet is off.)
The words you once said
From little letters
Maybe you washed them out
Cause the smell inside your mouth
Smells like plastic and that’s
Not all
But I’m done
Vanish away.
I’m gone.
When I walk past all your friends
(Bet you told them)
Well it’s alright I’ll pretend
(Like nothing happened)
Cause I know
I move on
Because I shown you that I really cared.
Walk inside the room
See pictures scattered
Burning up
And there is no power
When the table crashes down
And the bowls just breaks and crash
Paint is running off the wall
(Can you see it’s dried up)
Dripping down
(Cause~)
Now this is the reason why we should never have
It’s alright
It’s alright
You proved to me that we can’t have
Now I’m doing Fine
F.I.N.E. Fine
You just proved to me right about those.
Now I don’t think it’s easy for me anymore
My heart has worn out like an old
Heart can’t be build with crystal
Cause I don’t want to crush down anymore.
So when the house
Just falls down
Brick by Brick ( Falls)
Stair by stair
I don’t care about the levels
Going down the floor ( Down)
Cause I don’t have a care ( No)
My heart has already ran out
So I just going to say ( woah)
When the debris comes
And rises not falls ( Falls)
And nothing is there anymore
That is why we never have
Jazz Gute Dings. 4x
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