No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a نشست we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
آپ have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities, well I was wrong
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when آپ were here.
I still try, holding onto silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This دل will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa!
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
It's your turn, so take a نشست we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
آپ have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities, well I was wrong
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when آپ were here.
I still try, holding onto silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This دل will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa!
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
That's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what آپ get when آپ let your دل win, whoa.