Text písně Blessthefall: Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad

Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad


You scream "don't look", you scream "don't touch"
What have they done? What have I not?
And every time I think about your voice I,
Start to tremble, and my throats aching
And anytime you need a shoulder, I'm right here
You've just gotta find a way

She sits alone, tries to adjust
She cries "please let me go I won't tell anyone"
You scream "don't look, please God don't touch"

You scream "don't look", you scream "don't touch"
What have they done? What have I not?
And every time I think about your voice I,
Start to tremble, and my throats aching
And anytime you need a shoulder, I'm right here
You've just gotta find a way

Oh God please help us, get her out of this
Oh God please help us, get her out of this
Oh God oh God oh God







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