كلمات Count me In

Cradled up, there's a fragile life You can paint the picture pretty But it serves as no disguise Its only getting later now and you've become a waste of time The silver spoon won't feed you, friends Does life taste bitter when you eat with your hands? Count me in, I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine 'Cause I know you'd be the first To bury the blade deeper into mine You're living up this charming life You can write the perfect setting But the story I'm not buying We're only getting older now and you've become a waste of time Count me in, I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine 'Cause I know you'd be the first To bury the blade, to bury the blade I'm counting on you to bury the blade Count me in and I'll be the one To take the knife out of your spine Cause I know that you'd be the one To bury the blade, but she's still mine