No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a sede, sedile we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
te have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities, well I was wrong
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when te 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 te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This cuore will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa!
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
It's your turn, so take a sede, sedile we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
te have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities, well I was wrong
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when te 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 te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This cuore will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa!
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
That's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what te get when te let your cuore win, whoa.