Maybe I'll Catch Fire

this house is full of ears, but i can't talk to anyone. they've heard this one a thousand times. most exciting thing i do, hang half way out a third floor window, maybe throw lit cigarettes down. and maybe i'll catch fire. something warm to hold me, something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind. all that evil shit's not hard to find. i guess i only claim to be nice. this house is full of eyes, but i can't look at anyone. they've seen this face a thousand times. most relaxing thing i do, hang half way out a third floor window, and look at rocks if i fall out. and maybe i'll fall hard. something tough to break me, something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain. sorry i don't even know your name. i guess for me it's easy this way. maybe i'll catch fire. something warm to hold me, something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind. all that evil shit's not hard to find. i guess i only claim to be nice. 这房子是充满了耳朵，但我不能和任何人说话。他们听说过这一个一千倍。最令人兴奋的事情，我做什么，挂了一半了三楼的窗户，也许向下扔点燃的香烟。也许我会着火。一些温暖的抱着我，纯粹的东西烧掉，隐藏在我心中的黑暗。所有邪恶的狗屎不难找。我想我只能算得上是不错的。这房子是满了眼睛，但我不能看任何人。他们已经看到了这张脸一千倍。最轻松的事情我做的，挂半路上出了三楼的窗口，看石头，如果我掉下来。也许我会爱上辛苦。东西很难打破我，什么尖锐的撕裂了我的内心，并渗出所有的痛苦。对不起，我什至不知道你的名字。我想对我来说很容易这样。也许我会着火。一些温暖的抱着我，纯粹的东西烧掉，隐藏在我心中的黑暗。所有邪恶的狗屎不难找。我想我只能算得上是不错的。