TV, poparts, papers, writer, D.J. L.A. Elvis
Colors, letters, parking meter, Rosalita, charcoal filter, Giberto's style
TV, poparts, papers, writer, D.J. L.A. Elvis
Colors, letters, parking meter, Rosalita, charcoal filter, Giberto's style
“Stand up nobody cares about you”
I heard somebody telling me the truth
I gave up & admit that this is my life
goes on and on and I never asked why
Oh oh
I feel like “I am James Hetfield!”
so let go I go back to my field
I was about to give up that this is my life
But when you turned up saw the scar from that knife
Oh oh
I wanted to be your favorite drink in Starbucks
(I couldn't believe that this is me)
(I couldn't believe that this is me)
(I couldn't believe that this is me)
(I couldn't believe that this is me)
思い出してみても おかげで いつもいつも 強がれた
思い出してみても 二人は全部 全部 あげたのに
Everything I see inside her eyes
Everything I hear inside his ears
Oh I'm mixed up which is which
Now I don't care about a thing
Everything comes out from her mouth
Everything I felt inside his heart
All the things we've done are fading now
思い出してみても 二人は全部 全部 出し切った
Sunday!