[00:00.000] 作词 : Amelia Grace Moore/Daniel Majic/John Austin Sanders
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Amelia Grace Moore/Daniel Majic/John Austin Sanders
[00:05.614] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
[00:09.070] Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
[00:10.832]
[00:12.030] Am I in love or alone? Don't know which is worse
[00:16.355] Oh, why they feel the same?
[00:18.324] Am I stuck, even though I know it's gonna hurt? (Hurt)
[00:22.926] When we walk away
[00:24.335] It's been a year, a couple months and it hasn't change
[00:28.839] Unbelievable that we're here
[00:33.408] But either way
[00:35.398]
[00:36.824] Yeah, it all gets lost when it's physical
[00:40.029] And I know it's wrong but it's holding us together
[00:43.297] Can we try to be less predictable?
[00:46.398]
[00:48.037] Or do we just bend until it breaks?
[00:51.876] My words you never hear
[00:54.979] So what's there left to say?
[00:58.084] I told you how I feel
[01:01.136] If all we do is fake, like we're not somewhere in the middle
[01:04.720] And push away, every time that it hurts a little
[01:07.685] Baby, I'm afraid
[01:10.455] Your words are never real, real
[01:13.729]
[01:13.919] I'm not giving up, I'm just saying how it really is (How it really is)
[01:18.661] And why's that feel the same
[01:20.178] Talked about it once, maybe twice, had our differences
[01:24.501] What difference did it make? Oh
[01:26.357]
[01:26.526] 'Cause it all gets lost when it's physical
[01:29.353] And I know it's wrong but it's holding us together
[01:32.766] Can we try to be less predictable?
[01:36.000]
[01:37.287] Or do we just bend until it breaks?
[01:41.477] My words you never hear
[01:44.440] So what's there left to say?
[01:47.551] I told you how I feel
[01:50.665] If all we do is fake, like we're not somewhere in the middle
[01:54.167] And push away, every time that it hurts a little
[01:57.116] Baby, I'm afraid
[01:59.997] Your words are never real, real
[02:03.027]
[02:03.219] Was it even real? (Oh, baby, yeah)
[02:09.399] Was it even real? (Oh, no)
[02:13.997]
[02:14.799] Or do we just bend until it breaks?
[02:18.687] My words you never hear
[02:21.566] So what's there left to say?
[02:24.608] I told you how I feel (I told you how I feel, yeah)
[02:27.935] If all we do is fake, like we're not somewhere in the middle (In the middle)
[02:31.407] And push away, every time that it hurts a little
[02:34.210] Baby, I'm afraid
[02:37.047] Your words are never real, real

作词 : Amelia Grace Moore/Daniel Majic/John Austin Sanders
作曲 : Amelia Grace Moore/Daniel Majic/John Austin Sanders
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Am I in love or alone? Don't know which is worse
Oh, why they feel the same?
Am I stuck, even though I know it's gonna hurt? (Hurt)
When we walk away
It's been a year, a couple months and it hasn't change
Unbelievable that we're here
But either way
Yeah, it all gets lost when it's physical
And I know it's wrong but it's holding us together
Can we try to be less predictable?
Or do we just bend until it breaks?
My words you never hear
So what's there left to say?
I told you how I feel
If all we do is fake, like we're not somewhere in the middle
And push away, every time that it hurts a little
Baby, I'm afraid
Your words are never real, real
I'm not giving up, I'm just saying how it really is (How it really is)
And why's that feel the same
Talked about it once, maybe twice, had our differences
What difference did it make? Oh
'Cause it all gets lost when it's physical
And I know it's wrong but it's holding us together
Can we try to be less predictable?
Or do we just bend until it breaks?
My words you never hear
So what's there left to say?
I told you how I feel
If all we do is fake, like we're not somewhere in the middle
And push away, every time that it hurts a little
Baby, I'm afraid
Your words are never real, real
Was it even real? (Oh, baby, yeah)
Was it even real? (Oh, no)
Or do we just bend until it breaks?
My words you never hear
So what's there left to say?
I told you how I feel (I told you how I feel, yeah)
If all we do is fake, like we're not somewhere in the middle (In the middle)
And push away, every time that it hurts a little
Baby, I'm afraid
Your words are never real, real