Lane 8 feat. Rae Morris - No Fun текст песни

Why your jilted eyes on me in the supermarket?

I'd rather you just came out and said, "I told you so"

A sunny afternoon, lying face down on the orange carpet

I know you're tryin' to cheer me up, I hope you don't

(I know you're trying to cheer me up, I know you're trying to cheer me up)

Wish I knew then that no one truly leaves

I shouldn't have even tried

It's my pill to swallow

And you can save my bleedin' heart

Won't beg or borrow

If it feels good to make me want

But don't you need some troubles of your own to chew on?

But that would be no fun

But that would be no

Every damn song I hear is a blunt reminder

That I'll never lead a crowd to tears again

And now I realize that the booby prize was becoming kinder

I would let them burn me down on an open stage

At 17, you're free to show your back

God help the child when she returns

When she returns (when she returns, when she returns, when she returns)

When she returns (when she returns, when she returns)

But it's my pill to swallow

And you can save my bleedin' heart

Won't beg or borrow

If it feels good to make me want

But don't you need some troubles of your own to chew on?

But that would be no fun

Rae Morris , Lane 8 - No Fun