THISWAYY Songtext
von los3r

Ohh, ohhh
You don′t have to act like you hate me
Talk behind my back, pretend that you trust me
Damn, got me feelin' like I′m just a jester
Talk about my feelings till I feel my chest hurt
I don't wanna feel ok in my own skin
Need a chance to tell you how I won't quit
Two new products in my cup like a potion
I don′t feel ok I set my heart out to probe it
Two old times regret that I got to hold and
A whole lot of dreams that I got to let go of
Two timer but I′m still no good for you Pockets full of change that I hope I got to use
Put me side by side with something I'm gonna lose
And I hope I got to lie for something I wanna choose, ohh
Don′t make me feel this way
Too many attacks I hope I don't pay for
Karma comes back for me either way
No point in hiding from what I don′t stand for
Two bottles gone, need some wine and some grey goose
Promise I'll be on even when I′m on my own, for you
You know how I act
I'll stand out here for hours on my own, it's true

Damn, got me feelin′ like I′m just a jester
Talk about my feelings till I feel my chest hurt
I don't wanna feel ok in my own skin
Need a chance to tell you how I won′t quit


Back me up, in the bus take the front seat
Leavin' in a hurry, think about it when you touch me
I can never lie to you just tell me if you′re ok
Meet me in my phone, our imaginary lockscreen
And your smile, it takes up a whole dream
One, two stars I see what you tell me
In my head again, I'm sittin′ here all by myself
Leave it by the river, at the bottom of my chest like
Don't make me feel this way
Too many attacks I hope I don't pay for
Karma comes back for me either way
No point in hiding from what I don′t stand for
Two bottles gone, need some wine and some grey goose
Promise I′ll be on even when I'm on my own, for you
You know how I act
I′ll stand out here for hours on my own, it's true

My shadow waved at me when I tried to cry
I throw away your body at the same time
Heard your cry, it was part of my bedside
Take my hands, stitched it to you, it′s the same knife
Two bottles gone, both cracked my bedside
Too long, drove you back to my old life
Took the wheels to your old house, boarded inside
Your parents think of me as the bad guy
My shadow waved at me when I tried to cry
I throw away your body at the same time
Heard your cry, it was part of my bedside
Take my hands, stitched it to you, it's the same knife
Two bottles gone, both cracked my bedside
Too long, drove you back to my old life
Took the wheels to your old house, boarded inside
Your parents think of me as the bad guy