paroles de chanson Recipe for Disaster - Will2Live

Guitar piano add some synth
Throw in pain mix it up a bit
Stir round but please don't open it
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
I vomit when I think of it
The thought of you still makes me sick

I've been this way for two whole years
Nothing comforts quite like these tears
Losing you was my greatest fear
Add this to things you'll never hear
Will you stay, I was never sure
Can this piano be the cure
Will the lack of pain make me pure
What else would the dark keys be made for
I wanna cry myself to sleep
Or maybe buried underneath
A crushing weight made just for me
No more air left for me to breathe

Guitar piano add some synth
Throw in pain mix it up a bit
Stir round but please don't open it
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
I vomit when I think of it
The thought of you still makes me sick

The biggest let down yeah I know
Writing sad lyrics to this flow
From the darkest parts of my soul
Honestly you should let me go
Is there a bright side to all this
I can not find it if there is
Is there a place I might have missed
Lost somewhere in a cloud of mist
Or behind the darkness of night
God would you please restore my sight
Give me a lamp and be my light
Can I find the bright side tonight
Raindrops fall from these darkened skies
Tears flow out of my sunken eyes
Just a victim to all the lies
Just an outlier with no highs

Guitar piano add some synth
Throw in pain mix it up a bit
Stir round but please don't open it
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
I vomit when I think of it
The thought of you still makes me sick
Guitar piano add some synth
Throw in pain mix it up a bit
Stir round but please don't open it
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
The thought of you still makes me sick
I vomit when I think of it
The thought of you still makes me sick