Disaster کے بول

No more happy ever after Here i come just another disaster I’m not afraid of anything, but i might be a little scared of you I can see through anything And i see right through you But i can’t take more of these… Wasted nights, and bloodshot eyes No more stomach aches Until i’m crawling back to you Back to you Drunk again it must be sunday Do my things my own goddamn way I don’t care anymore; my mouth’s taped shut and my hands are tied I can’t feel anymore So i’ll lie and say “i’m feeling fine” But i can’t take more of these… Wasted nights, and bloodshot eyes No more stomach aches Until i’m crawling back to you Time passes by just like your alibis Falling down from grace And i’m crawling back to you Back to you Here i come just another disaster Wasted nights, and bloodshot eyes No more stomach aches Until i’m crawling back to you Time passes by just like your alibis Falling down from grace And i’m crawling back to you Back to you