paroles de chanson RADAR. - Nomrah

I can't trust you anyways
After all the shit you say
You told me that I had to stay
But it was just so I could pay
I revel in my own despair
Your embrace always took me there
I wish I could forget your stare
That always left my arms out bare
I fell for the stare of Medusa's eyes
I made it out now but I'm still not fine
And yet I don't hate you, nor despise
I only wish that I had been more wise
I fell for the stare of Medusa's eyes
I made it out now but I'm still not fine
And yet I don't hate you, nor despise
I only wish that I had been more wise

Tell me why
I'm on your radar
Tell me why
Why you're so hateful
Tell me why
I'm on your radar
Tell me why
Why I'm still grateful

A victim of the Devil's touch
Painted with the venom's brush
Hoping I am still enough
Fearing what I will become
A victim of the Devil's touch
Painted with the venom's brush
As I saw your eyes at dusk
They told me I am not enough

Feelin' through your lies just like you wrote them in Braille
Said I was the one and that we'd always prevail
The sand fell through the hourglass and turned me to stone
I cracked the code, now I'm alone, but I'm not hurtin' no more
I told you that I'm tired of sayin' I'm always fine
I knew that I just saw you snakin' as you passed on by
Looked in Medusa's eyes, it was just your disguise
Self-doubt, self-hate, and depression kept me blind
As I read these lines, I couldn't believe it myself
That I believed the teary eyes, I put my keys on the shelf
And made myself right at home inside your lion's den
Satan sells all of the souls, but you'd just take mine instead
I'd rather be alone than always be insecure
All the demons speak the speeches, sounds like screeches at first
Pinging on your radar, and then the signal dispersed
Because the fire to fight had died, yeah I handled the urge

Tell me why
I'm on your radar
Tell me why
Why you're so hateful
Tell me why
I'm on your radar
Tell me why
Why I'm still grateful

A victim of the Devil's touch
Painted with the venom's brush
Hoping I am still enough
Fearing what I will become
A victim of the Devil's touch
Painted with the venom's brush
As I saw your eyes at dusk
They told me I am not enough