[00:00.000] 作词 : 维他兑芬达～
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 维他兑芬达～
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 维他兑芬达～
[00:11.286]You know what I wrote in the book of you
[00:16.447]You had to come and tore up the pages
[00:21.943]There was a time that I’m ok to lose
[00:27.281]Now that broken chapter has faded
[00:32.421]I wrote it in pink and now it’s turning blue
[00:37.920]Hand-drawn hearts change into sadness
[00:43.118]I loved too fast, judged by your cover
[00:45.730]It’s ****ed up
[00:46.886]So I put you back onto the shelf
[00:48.876]We’re done, I tell myself, oh well
[00:51.893]Shit
[00:52.432]I wrote a story, I wrote a song
[00:55.118]Hoping that one day you’ll sing along
[00:57.632]But how I was wrong
[00:58.917]You left your cologne all over somebody else’s arms
[01:02.780]I painted a picture now my heart was stained
[01:06.221]By the colors that my dreams were made
[01:08.925]They’re spilled and killed
[01:11.427]The book of you is just a twisted fairytale
[01:20.278]You know how each night I always dream of you
[01:22.237](the angel in my dreams)
[01:25.759]You had to turn my daydreams into nightmares
[01:27.922](daydreams into nightmares)
[01:31.122]I hate to live for someone else to be amused, huh
[01:36.276]But it breaks my heart to say I still cared
[01:39.117]（the **** is going on with my head, uh）
[01:41.628]First glance a romance, turned out a tragedy
[01:46.253]Don’t fix on a fiction when there’s an entire library
[01:50.903]My prided sincerity and honesty is slowly killing me
[01:56.452]Guess it was long overdue
[01:59.083]I gave it all back to you
[02:01.245]Shit
[02:01.753]I wrote a story, I wrote a song
[02:04.426]Hoping that one day you’ll sing along
[02:06.928]But how I was wrong
[02:08.266]You left your cologne all over somebody else’s arms
[02:12.119]I painted a picture now my heart was stained
[02:15.600]By the colors that my dreams were made
[02:18.263]They’re spilled and killed
[02:20.714]The book of you is just a twisted fairytale
[02:35.610]The story has ended, whoa
[02:40.947]The book of you is finished, hey
[02:53.303](whoa)
[02:55.153]I wrote a story, I wrote a song
[02:57.791]Hoping that one day you’ll sing along
[03:00.278]But how I was wrong
[03:01.624]You left your cologne all over somebody else’s arms
[03:05.452]I painted a picture now my heart was stained
[03:08.900]By the colors that my dreams were made
[03:11.583]They’re spilled (they’re spilled) and killed (and killed)
[03:14.092]The book of you is just a twisted fairytale

作词 : 维他兑芬达～
作曲 : 维他兑芬达～
编曲 : 维他兑芬达～
You know what I wrote in the book of you
You had to come and tore up the pages
There was a time that I’m ok to lose
Now that broken chapter has faded
I wrote it in pink and now it’s turning blue
Hand-drawn hearts change into sadness
I loved too fast, judged by your cover
It’s ****ed up
So I put you back onto the shelf
We’re done, I tell myself, oh well
Shit
I wrote a story, I wrote a song
Hoping that one day you’ll sing along
But how I was wrong
You left your cologne all over somebody else’s arms
I painted a picture now my heart was stained
By the colors that my dreams were made
They’re spilled and killed
The book of you is just a twisted fairytale
You know how each night I always dream of you
(the angel in my dreams)
You had to turn my daydreams into nightmares
(daydreams into nightmares)
I hate to live for someone else to be amused, huh
But it breaks my heart to say I still cared
（the **** is going on with my head, uh）
First glance a romance, turned out a tragedy
Don’t fix on a fiction when there’s an entire library
My prided sincerity and honesty is slowly killing me
Guess it was long overdue
I gave it all back to you
Shit
I wrote a story, I wrote a song
Hoping that one day you’ll sing along
But how I was wrong
You left your cologne all over somebody else’s arms
I painted a picture now my heart was stained
By the colors that my dreams were made
They’re spilled and killed
The book of you is just a twisted fairytale
The story has ended, whoa
The book of you is finished, hey
(whoa)
I wrote a story, I wrote a song
Hoping that one day you’ll sing along
But how I was wrong
You left your cologne all over somebody else’s arms
I painted a picture now my heart was stained
By the colors that my dreams were made
They’re spilled (they’re spilled) and killed (and killed)
The book of you is just a twisted fairytale