Like My Mother - Annika Bennett/Carol Ades.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Annika Bennett/Caroline Pennell
[00:15.161]I don't need a mirror to hate my clothes
[00:18.453]I don't need a crisis to overflow
[00:21.624]I already do that all the time
[00:28.111]Look at my collection of "didn't go well"s
[00:31.289]I don't need a reason to blame myself
[00:34.375]Standing in the center of the bullseye
[00:39.010]I drive home in circles
[00:45.637]Thinking dumb and hurtful
[00:52.444]I'm mean like my mother
[00:55.697]I'm guilty like my lover
[00:58.922]I'm just as lost as all of my friends
[01:05.294]And I'm scared like my father
[01:08.443]So why's it so much harder
[01:11.623]To love myself the way I love them?
[01:17.186]I wanna love myself the way I love them
[01:25.618]Here I go again with thе same old shit
[01:28.639]A little more of that, and lеss of this
[01:31.812]Always on the edge of the good part
[01:36.528]And in the evening when the sun is low
[01:40.472]The air is soft, the traffic's slow
[01:43.732]I look around at what I've got
[01:47.076]Still, all I see is what it's not
[01:50.009]I'm mean like my mother
[01:53.255]I'm guilty like my lover
[01:56.427]I'm just as lost as all of my friends
[02:02.872]I'm scared like my father
[02:05.976]So why's it so much harder
[02:09.127]To love myself the way I love them
[02:14.710]I wanna love myself the way I love them
文本歌词
作曲 : Annika Bennett/Caroline Pennell
I don't need a mirror to hate my clothes
I don't need a crisis to overflow
I already do that all the time
Look at my collection of "didn't go well"s
I don't need a reason to blame myself
Standing in the center of the bullseye
I drive home in circles
Thinking dumb and hurtful
I'm mean like my mother
I'm guilty like my lover
I'm just as lost as all of my friends
And I'm scared like my father
So why's it so much harder
To love myself the way I love them?
I wanna love myself the way I love them
Here I go again with thе same old shit
A little more of that, and lеss of this
Always on the edge of the good part
And in the evening when the sun is low
The air is soft, the traffic's slow
I look around at what I've got
Still, all I see is what it's not
I'm mean like my mother
I'm guilty like my lover
I'm just as lost as all of my friends
I'm scared like my father
So why's it so much harder
To love myself the way I love them
I wanna love myself the way I love them