Скачать или смотреть 【 アフターペイン】after pain - english cover │ kingsleigh

more milgram project covers? maybe
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Original: DECO*27's MILGRAM project
   • MILGRAM -ミルグラム- / ムウ「アフターペイン」第一審MV  
English Lyrics: Kingsleigh
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*If i was gone would anybody hear
If i just up and disappeared
I overheard
Every word
Could that be the truth
No one needs me at all?

There is no secret meaning to it all
I got the short end in the draw
I overheard
Every word
Realized the truth
No one needs me at all

*Why do you have to

*Hit me hit me hit me when you know just where to hurt me; got my
Heart dried up with nothing left
My sorry spells that had you stop, well i guess they’re all wearing off

*And guess it kinda

*Hits me hits me hits me that the fault was always on me and that
Everything is fine as it is
I want to feel alive someday, if i take a breath is that okay?
Just tell me then

*When i say I’m sorry does it get back to you? (I hope it will get to you)
When i say I’m sorry does anyone get through?(I hope it will get to you)
When i say I’m sorry does it get back to you? (I hope it will get to you)
When i say I’m sorry does it get back to you? (I hope it will get to you)

What’s the point of tomorrow anyway, want to forget my yesterdays
My misery’s, telling me, and falling off the edge
Can someone help me at all?

And if you’re gonna
Get me get me get me for my flaws i’ll be the villain for you
Is it okay to ignore it all
Endurance just means i’m used to it; what’s another small taste of it?

And in my dreams it
Gets me gets me gets me wide awake though I want to erase it
I might as well be done with it all
And one thing before every goodbye
I’m kidding, it’s all in my head, leave it unsaid

And after the pain we can meet at the place, used to it; so what’s another taste?
Postmortem makeup can cover face but all my secrets still leave a trace
Devil’s hand on my waist and there’s no escape, whispers death would be such a waste
I know I'll always love you

And after the pain we can meet at the place, used to it; so what’s another taste?
Postmortem makeup can cover face but all my secrets still leave a trace
Devil’s hand on my waist and there’s no escape, whispers you want another taste
I know I'll always love you

*repeat