Tất cả chúng ta đều mang trong mình một người chết!
That maybe when I die
I get to be a car
driving in the night
lighting up the dark.
something in your voice
sparks a little hope
I'll wait up for that noise
your voice become my home
One way road, don't care what I find
A little thunders good, I thought maybe you would
but it's okay, we all feel left out
sometimes growing up, it can get you down.
I give you some thing that no one's going to give you
my sleepin' skin and my heart deep down in you
I'll never tell you, but you're my little scar
Goodbyes are hard and there hard and there hard