LRC歌词
You walk in like you own the air,
Eyes that cut and you don’t even care.
Every word you say is a sharpened blade,
Leaving scars on everyone who stays.
You laugh like nothing’s wrong,
But your silence is louder than any song.
You twist the knife without a trace,
And wear destruction on your face.
You’re a bad ass, the worst kind of soul,
Breaking people just to feel whole.
You tear them down with your bitter hands,
And call it love, they’ll never understand.
Every room you’re in feels colder still,
You don’t destroy, you just bend the will.
You smile, but it never reaches your eyes,
You’ve mastered the art of perfect lies
How does it feel to be so empty inside?
To carry a storm you can’t ever hide?
Your shadow lingers like a ghost in the room,
And everything you touch turns to ruin.
You laugh like nothing’s wrong,
But your silence is louder than any song.
You twist the knife without a trace,
And wear destruction on your face.
You’re a bad ass, the worst kind of soul,
Breaking people just to feel whole.
You tear them down with your bitter hands,
And call it love, they’ll never understand.
Eyes that cut and you don’t even care.
Every word you say is a sharpened blade,
Leaving scars on everyone who stays.
You laugh like nothing’s wrong,
But your silence is louder than any song.
You twist the knife without a trace,
And wear destruction on your face.
You’re a bad ass, the worst kind of soul,
Breaking people just to feel whole.
You tear them down with your bitter hands,
And call it love, they’ll never understand.
Every room you’re in feels colder still,
You don’t destroy, you just bend the will.
You smile, but it never reaches your eyes,
You’ve mastered the art of perfect lies
How does it feel to be so empty inside?
To carry a storm you can’t ever hide?
Your shadow lingers like a ghost in the room,
And everything you touch turns to ruin.
You laugh like nothing’s wrong,
But your silence is louder than any song.
You twist the knife without a trace,
And wear destruction on your face.
You’re a bad ass, the worst kind of soul,
Breaking people just to feel whole.
You tear them down with your bitter hands,
And call it love, they’ll never understand.
文本歌词
You walk in like you own the air,Eyes that cut and you don’t even care.Every word you say is a sharpened blade,Leaving scars on everyone who stays.You laugh like nothing’s wrong,But your silence is louder than any song.You twist the knife without a trace,And wear destruction on your face.You’re a bad ass, the worst kind of soul,Breaking people just to feel whole.You tear them down with your bitter hands,And call it love, they’ll never understand.Every room you’re in feels colder still,You don’t destroy, you just bend the will.You smile, but it never reaches your eyes,You’ve mastered the art of perfect liesHow does it feel to be so empty inside?To carry a storm you can’t ever hide?Your shadow lingers like a ghost in the room,And everything you touch turns to ruin.You laugh like nothing’s wrong,But your silence is louder than any song.You twist the knife without a trace,And wear destruction on your face.You’re a bad ass, the worst kind of soul,Breaking people just to feel whole.You tear them down with your bitter hands,And call it love, they’ll never understand.
