收聽Papa Roach的The Ending歌詞歌曲

The Ending

Papa Roach2019年1月18日

The Ending 歌詞

The Ending - Papa Roach (蟑螂老爹)

Composed by:Anthony Esperance/Nicholas Furlong/Colin Brittain/Jacoby Shaddix/Tobin Esperance/Jerry Horton

Sick and tired of the bottom need a better view

Got me looking 'round my circle is it bulletproof

Sometimes I think until I go insane

Can I even trust somebody with the same last name

Uh

Times are crazy people running from the light ah

Bad decisions they can come around and bite ya

Wish I could worry just a little less

Wish I could quiet all the noise up inside my head

When it's over it's over it's over

It's over

I'm watching all the moves you make

Can't turn back now it's too late

Checkmate there's no defending

This is the start of the ending

I'm counting all of your mistakes

Caught up in a crossfire hurricane

Checkmate there's no defending

This is the start of the ending

This is the start of the ending

I admit it took a second but I realized

I been looking for a reason just to sever ties

Only seeing what I wanna see

Got me questioning the things that I started to believe

Paranoid from the trauma in my life uh

Trust issues make it hard to sleep at night uh

Wish I could worry just a little less

Wish I could quiet all the noise up inside my head

When it's over it's over it's over

It's over

I'm watching all the moves you make

Can't turn back now it's too late

Checkmate there's no defending

This is the start of the ending

I'm counting all of your mistakes

Caught up in a crossfire hurricane

Checkmate there's no defending

This is the start of the ending

When it's over it's over it's over

When it's over it's over it's over

When it's over it's over it's over

It's over

I'm watching all the moves you make

Can't turn back now it's too late

Checkmate there's no defending

This is the start of the ending

I'm counting all of your mistakes

Caught up in a crossfire hurricane

Checkmate there's no defending

This is the start of the ending

 

This is the start of the ending