ترجمه: خالی از سکنه. شکست.
: Give it away, watch it turn There's nothing I can do for you These are my very last, and don't we all know it? As chemistry turns into crime I'
, this time I?m gonna try it my way I?m gonna live life my way Well, I didn?t know, just couldn?t see The memories of past failures Like a shadow haunting
fear for my life This road is poison Lovers coo goodbye, singing, "Don't forget me boys" Tired of waiting in the cheap seats She is haunted by her failure
turn upside-down. Silence bears the mark you see, bring an end to what's to come. You don't see what I can see, twisted pictures haunting me, Failure
the coast Watching the sunset hang while God puts on His show I want a life outside my own, a stranger that everybody knows I wanna kill the ghost that haunts
ever faced will take you down. Every little pain that rains to black our skies, Every little pain you have ever embraced will haunt you, Haunt you like
With flames on their pestilent wings While mushroom clouds haunt their virgin white skies To rape their Utopian dreams For each day of war is a failure
, that is me Spirits rise and miss the eye Covered by the stench of judgment As God's reflection test my pride I serve the failure that's haunting me
all the girls you can A simple plan that still haunts me even now today Back to seventeen and got a baby on the way No G.E.D. all I see is failure in
my love will follow you, baby, Yeah, 'Til the day this man dies I've got failure all around me, No matter how hard I try I've got failure; It's all around
me alone again knee deep in hopeless despair? Will you waste your days in hiding haunted by memories of me? Finally your one shot and love but you blew it. Darling you failed failure
's a really fine line between what's yours and what's mine It's a line that I don't want to toe I'm sick of being haunted by every cliche that I know
Fine Line, Between What's Yours And What's Mine It's a Line That I Don't Want To Toe You Know I'm Sick Of Being Haunted By Every Cliche That I Know
's helping I'll tell you: You're doing the right thing I can see you're used And I don't know where you've been But I do know past failures still haunt
This sense of failure haunting still Lack of confidence feeding my fear Descending sun invites the darkness in The child inside, with silent cry I don
stupid people Away from thoughts and evil Away from fruitless tries Away from all the feeble lies Round and round repeating in your head Haunting memories
my ordeal has yet just started For these ominous signs, Are bound to plague me Haunt for centuries to come, My healing incantations Are destined for failure
