martes, 20 de enero de 2009

Paramore

No sir,
Well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn,
So take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt, so much?

I can't decide,
You have made it harder just to go on.
And why,
All the possibilities.
Well, I was wrong.

That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with,
The sound of it's beating.
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Whoa.

I wonder,
How am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
Cause I burned,
Every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try,
Holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why,
All the possibilities.
I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win.