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