作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart "Goddamn" he said, "I promised myself I'd never feel this ******* way again This world has got me praying on my knees for one peaceful thought in my mind, my stride, my life My time is consumed with a thousand thoughts Flying free like a flock of birds with no direction or intention of finding home It's so hard to think It's so hard to live When this world doesn't see you any other way In this world, they choose to see me, they choose to see me like a setting sun So it's up to me, I have to see me like a rising one In my days somebody told me that the rain would always come, always come to wash away the pain But nothing changes and this world still wants me down Wants me on my knees praying in that rain Born this way, die this way" I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees I'd rather die on my feet so you can watch me Watch me rise with the things we carry: the loss, the scars, the weight of hevay hearts, the things we carry So I say to the slaves of depression: carry on and sing the sweet redeeming song about living this life free and long Watche me rise for Miles and miles
作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart "Goddamn" he said, "I promised myself I'd never feel this ******* way again This world has got me praying on my knees for one peaceful thought in my mind, my stride, my life My time is consumed with a thousand thoughts Flying free like a flock of birds with no direction or intention of finding home It's so hard to think It's so hard to live When this world doesn't see you any other way In this world, they choose to see me, they choose to see me like a setting sun So it's up to me, I have to see me like a rising one In my days somebody told me that the rain would always come, always come to wash away the pain But nothing changes and this world still wants me down Wants me on my knees praying in that rain Born this way, die this way" I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees I'd rather die on my feet so you can watch me Watch me rise with the things we carry: the loss, the scars, the weight of hevay hearts, the things we carry So I say to the slaves of depression: carry on and sing the sweet redeeming song about living this life free and long Watche me rise for Miles and miles
