War Paint

I was starting to shake from the days I've been up. There's a lot on my plate and the ones I loved stopped answering. They left me to find myself in my own hate. I work all alone with a cynical taste and the day I get out is the day I'll be made. I was cut out of stone and carved with a blade. Head down with all of my hardships. There's nothing too strong that I can't face. Don't stop 'till you finally have it. It should be more like a habit. 我开始的日子里，我一直到撼动。有很多关于我的盘子里和那些我爱停止接听。他们离开我发现自己活在自己的仇恨。我的工作都单独与一个玩世不恭的味道，我也得到了一天的我会做的那一天。我被切出的石头和雕刻用刀片。低着头用我所有的艰辛。没有什么太强烈，以至于我无法面对。不要停止“ ，直到你终于到手了。它应该更像一种习惯。


Come down; all the fighting's over. I let you breathe your own air. I will set my arms down in a corner. When I turn around, you will tell me how you're up now from your dream of clovers. Said, Not a thing will compare to the sense you give me and disorder when you turn around and I can't breathe. 坠落;所有的战斗结束了。我让你呼吸自己的空气。我将我的胳膊在一个角落里。当我转身，你会告诉我，你是怎么了，现在从你的三叶草的梦想。说，不是一个东西会比较你给我和障碍，当你转身，我不能呼吸的感觉。


There wasn't a trace of the war letting up and the days went on late; I struggled and I fell to solid ground. It led me to my escape. Now, here I am outside of your gate. I was hoping you could.. 有没有一丝战争停下来的，日子继续迟到;我挣扎着，我倒在坚实的基础。这使我我逃跑。现在，我在这里的大门之外。我希望你能...

Well, I came to say sorry. I shouldn't have left, but my bitterness got to me before you did and now I'm laying in gardens where we start over again. I know that you got me and this is it. 好吧，我来了说声对不起。我不应该离开，但我的痛苦得到了我，你以前做过，现在我在我的花园铺设在那里，我们重新开始。我知道，你让我，这是它。