Hours spent alone, it's my life i waste
独处的时间，是我浪费的生命
Pictures on my phone, fxckin on your waist
我手机上有照片，你腰部的
Echoes of your moans, and ripped lingerie
Seems to fill this space
好像在这个地方磨磨蹭蹭
And this space that we had
我们拥有这个空间
My feelings were true, yours better left unsaid
我的感觉是真的，你最好不说
Fxckin leave it to you, whispering them in my bed
交给你吧。在我床上给他们祈祷
I know i'm a man but my heart still beats red
我知道我是个男人，但我的心仍在跳动
Goin back to the nights on your silk pillow case
回到你的丝绸枕套上的夜晚
Where the sweat was drippin off of your face
汗水从和你脸上滴下来
That's all i seem to dream about these days
这就是我最近梦到的一切
I'm sick of all these songs i write about you
我讨厌我写的那些关于你的歌
I'm tired of seeing your in face in the pain i go through
我厌倦了看到你面对我所经历的痛苦
I'm too weak to keep holding onto you
我太虚弱了，不能一直抱着你
I meant nothing to you
我对你毫无意义
I meant nothing to you
我对你毫无意义
If time can heal these wounds
如果时间能治愈这些伤口
She can burry you with her too
她也可以让你和她在一起
I meant nothing to you
我对你毫无意义
I meant nothing to you
我对你毫无意义
If i see your ghost in my room
如果我在房间里看到你的鬼魂
Do i haunt you too
我也会缠着你吗
I meant nothing to you
可是我对你毫无意义
ripped lingerie