poste uma letra ou trecho de musica, que voce considera epico

Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers and camb your hair
Save your soul tonight

Drift among the faithfull
Bury your desires
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am

Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?

When your world comes crashing down
I want to be there
[your god is looking down on me]
I'm not jesus
Jesus wasn’t there
You could confess it all away
But it don't mean shit to me
[your god is looking down on me]
I'm not jesus
I will not forgive
No I won't, no I won't

I thought you were a good man
I thought you talked to god
You hippocratic messianic
Child abusing turned satanic

Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember?
Do you remember?

When your whole world comes undone
Let me be the one to say
[your god is looking down on me]
I'm not jesus
You can't run away
And the innocent you spoiled
Find a way to live
[your god is looking down on me]
I'm not jesus
I will not forgive

I will not forgive
I won't whatever you want
I will not forgive
I won't be whatever you wanted

Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Not the same as I used to be
Oh, do you remember me?
No

When your world's come crashing down
I want to be there
[your god is looking down on me]
I'm not jesus
Jesus wasn’t there
You could confess it all away
But it don't mean shit to me
[your god is looking down on me]
I'm not jesus
I will not,
I'm not jesus
I will not forgive
Oh no, I will not forgive
No, I will not forgive

Nossa cara, um posta música falando de c8 e o outro vem e postar RUSH.

Isso é OdD.

Rush ftw.

FOGO NA BOMBA - d.m.c

Marfu. SSSSS. Mome. Mome. Marfu. SSSSS.
Dizem que é remédio pra neurose;
Mas abusada acaba com os neurônios;
E com o tempo se passa;
E se esquece até, até, até, até de você;
Tudo bem, bem o que vem então é da natureza;
Mas não subestime então quem a criou;
Não, não, não, não, eu não brinco, não brinco;
Não brinco não que eu falo então o que?
(2x) Í daí como é que é?
SSSSS fogo na bomba.
Eu não preciso nem dizer o seu nome popular;
Canabis há a erva eu vou fumar;
Eu não preciso nem dizer o seu nome popular;
Canabis há a erva vamos fumar, então;
Vem do haxixe ou do canhamo;
Nome originário árabe que significa erva seca;
SSSSS COFF, COFF, COFF.
(2x) Í daí como é que é?
SSSSS fogo na bomba.
Bebida, química, nada disso ameniza;
Prefiro ficar na brisa;
Sem desarrumar 1, 2;
Passa a bola, ladrão quer fumar 1, 2;
Sem marcar, rapaziada firmeza;
Queima o seu e fica a pampa;
Sem armas, sem drogas, pra começar;
Um rolê pela quebrada pra clarear;
50 PMs nas ruas prontos para embaçar;
É, um gambé folgado pode complicar;
Lhe forjar um 12 e lhe fazer assinar;
Mas se passar batido;
Talvez um 16 no distrito, um 16 no distrito.
(2x) Í daí como é que é?
SSSSS fogo na bomba.
DMC e FDS não paga, não paga comédia pra você;
Otários fardados que vão se fuder;
Se liga, se liga, na nossa já bola, já bola;
Sel liga por que otário na nossa banca não cola;
Que fique, que fique, que fique ligeiro;
Nessa porra nós somos sempre suspeitos;
Com certeza eles vão, eles vão enquadrar;
Pelo falso papelote eles vão te matar;
A polícia só existe para nos atormentar;
Com a química com certeza eles vão se matar;
Uma bomba, duas bombas não pegam não pegam nada;
Homens Crânios todos eles de mentes amenizadas;
DRR na periferia se tem muito respeito;
E na hora do enquadro é só o cheiro;
É só o cheeeeeeeeiro, é só o cheeeeeeeeiro.
(2x) Não tem flagrante não, não tem flagrante não;
Já bolou, acendeu, virou fumaça, subiu pra cuca;
Fim do Silêncio, De Menos Crime não deixa goela;
Malandro que é malandro sempre segue o ritmo da favela.
Pode vim parar, pode vim revistar;
O flagrante já foi pra mente só pra amenizar;
Os puta fardas explodiram a cabeça de raiva;
Enfiaram a mão no meu bolso e no meu saco;
E não acharam nada;
Revistaram a minha cheveteira e não acharam naaaaada.
Não tem flagrante não, não tem flagrante não;
Já bolou, acendeu, virou fumaça, subiu pra cuca;
Fim do Silêncio, De Menos Crime não deixa goela;
Malandro que é malandro sempre segue o ritmo da favela.
(2x) Í daí como é que é?
SSSSS fogo na bomba.

The Offspring - Shit Is Fucked Up

Now I don't know, and it's hard to explain
But it seems like things are just kind of insane
Because the world is crying
But nobody's listening
So please leave a message on my cell phone

I see bullets getting better
Biblical weather
And that guy on TV is like a total asshole

Who are you wearing tonight?
Celebrity fundraiser, tight!
Black ties making wrongs right
How's your social Band-Aid?

I don't know much
I don't know too much
But I know this
Shit is fucked up!

I guess it's all about the dream
The ends justify the means
I tell you
Shit is fucked up!
You know it's all about the dream
The ends justify the means

Now thank god for the media, for saving the day
Putting it all into perspective in a responsible way
With more celebrity news
Typical bullshit views
I think we're losing this fight
Sponsored by Bud Light

And now we're rockin the casbah
And taking the flak
The genie's out of the bottle, and we can't put it back
All this stuff
It's overwhelming my brain
Can you see the storm comin'?
It's coming this way

I don't know much
I don't know too much
But I know this
Shit is fucked up!

I guess it's all about the dream
The ends justify the means
I tell you
Shit is fucked up!
You know it's all about the dream
The ends justify the means

Shopping Sprees, RPG's
Ecstasy
Atrophy
Genocide
Pimp my ride
Politize
Euphemize
Injustice everywhere
Apathy
I don't care
Hurricanes
Climate change
Huh!

Therapy, I won't tell
Rehab and LOL
Worldwide calamity
TV Reality
Euthanize, supersize
Death squads and boob jobs
VIP infamy
Gratify instantly

I don't know much
I don't know too much
I don't know much
I don't know too much

I guess it's all about the dream
The ends justify the means
I tell you
Shit is fucked up!
You know it's all about the dream
The ends justify the means... the means... the means...!


Nada mais do que um pequeno relato através da música, de como o mundo, generalizando é claro, está hoje.

Depois de três meses que minha mãe acabara de falecer
Recebi uma carta de quem eu pensei que nunca mais iria aparecer
Quando li tinha palavras amargas
Podia sentir o papel ainda molhado de lágrimas ou coisa assim
A carta dizia assim:

"Cansei de São Paulo
Resolvi mudar de estado,
Pra poder espairecer
Deixei meu cabelo crescer,
A minha barba por fazer
Não sabia se ia engordar
Ou se ia emagrecer
Até que pensei,
Como um cara da minha idade
Tive você com dezesseis,
Precisava de mais liberdade
Subi num caminhão e sem direção
Como um covarde
Eu cheguei no Maranhão
Aqui estava mais confiante e feliz
Com vários amigos,
Fazendo um reggae raiz
Mandei essa carta
Pra você não se espantar
Aqui está meu endereço,
Venha me visitar"

Fui visitá-lo
E ele estava bem mudado
De cabelo rastafari,
Enrolando um baseado
Foi aí que eu percebi
Que ele estava mais lesado
Com idéias rebeldes,
Com o olho avermelhado
Perguntei por que tinha isso na mão
Se quando eu usava
Me diziam que não era bom
E respondeu, humildemente
"Faça sua cabeça
E se sente com a gente"

Meu pai é Rastafar-I
Meu pai é Rastafar-I
Meu pai é Rastafar-I
Meu pai é Rastafar-I

http://www.vagalume.com.br/maneva/meu-pai-e-rastafari.html#ixzz1CfarrWOi

essa aqui do

offspring é foda tbm

Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)
(Gunter glieben glauchen globen)

Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
And all the girls say I'm pretty fly (for a white guy).
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.

You know it's kind of hard just to get along today.
A subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway.
He may not have a clue, and he may not have style,
But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial.

So don't debate, play it straight.
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
Gotta play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate,
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabes,
So hey, hey do that brand new thing.

Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
And all the girls say I'm pretty fly (for a white guy).

He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice,
But they didn't have Ice Cube so he bought Vanilla Ice.
Now cruising in his Pinto he sees homies as he pass,
But if he looks twice they're gonna kick his lily ass.

So don't debate, play it straight.
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
Gotta play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate,
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world loves wannabes,
So hey, hey do that brand new thing.

Now he's getting a tattoo, yeah, he's gettin' ink done.
He asked for a "13" but they drew a "31."
Friends say he's trying too hard and he's not quite hip,
But in his own mind, he's the, he's the dopest trip.

Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.

So don't debate, play it straight.
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
Gotta play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate,
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabes,
The world loves wannabes.
Let's get some more wannabes.
Hey, hey do that brand new thing!

Aprender punk com o tio Mig, galerinha.

Social Distortion:
Crown of Thorns

Pretty much been alone now, for almost five years
I could always find a way, to hide these bitter tears
And still I am waiting, and wishing somehow
I wish I knew then, what I know now
chorus:
undefined
Its no bed of roses, it ain't no crown of thorns
Better than lonely, I've been there before

Gotta bad reputation, for playing with love
Gonna play again now, and beat the odds above
And still I am waiting, and wishing somehow
I wish I knew then, what I know now
chorus:

Are you tired of being alone?
Or have you fallen out of love?
Do you care enough about yourself?
I have worn your crown of thorns
chorus

-------------------------------------

The Clash:
Spanish Bombs

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight

CHORUS
Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud

CHORUS

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon

Do Offspring eu curto uma que no clipe tem um cachorro azul, não sei o nome.

De Brinde Uma Flexada escreveu:Depois de três meses que minha mãe acabara de falecer
Recebi uma carta de quem eu pensei que nunca mais iria aparecer
Quando li tinha palavras amargas
Podia sentir o papel ainda molhado de lágrimas ou coisa assim
A carta dizia assim:


http://www.vagalume.com.br/maneva/meu-pai-e-rastafari.html#ixzz1CfarrWOi

C-A-R-A-L-H-O

eessa musica é mto foda. porra. tinha eskecido dela

Black Veil Brides - Knives and Pens

Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
BUT STAY RIGHT HERE WE CAN CHANGE OUR PLIGHT,
WE'RE STORMING THROUGH THIS,
DESPITE WHAT'S RIGHT.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.

Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
EVERYDAY ITS THE SAME DULL KNIFE!
STAB IT THROUGH AND JUSTIFY YOUR PRIDE.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...

With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
WE TRIED OUR BEST, TURN OUT THE LIGHT.
TURN OUT THE LIGHT.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
WE TRIED OUR BEST, TURN OUT THE LIGHT.
TURN OUT THE LIGHT.

Sim, eu gosto de screamo. T.T

aff
no palacio é tenso

Tô no Barato de ver o Mar
Daqui de cima eu já posso me ligar
Hoje eu tô no Barato de Cair no Mar.
Na água salgada minha alma vou lavar.

Meu corpo está aqui, minha mente não está.
Só penso no momento em que eu possa desfrutar,
Da minha liberdade, junto à natureza.
Não vejo a hora de poder te encontrar

O sol tá pegando, o tempo passando, vamos lá!
Curtir o dia nessa melodia e dançar.
Porque a praia é a melhor maneira
Da mente poder desligar.
Eu espero a semana inteira,
Não quero pensar em voltar

Tô no Barato de ver o Mar
Daqui de cima eu já posso me ligar
Hoje eu tô no Barato de Cair no Mar.
Na água salgada minha alma vou lavar.

Espero, eu tô chegando,
Não levo chuva, na minha bagagem eu só levo o sol.
Um som pra gente ouvir, minha mina, meus amigos,
Não há melhor momento pra celebrar.
A brasa queimando, o peixe assando, vamos lá!
Curtir a tarde com nossa família e dançar.
Porque a praia é a melhor maneira da mente poder desligar.
Eu espero a semana inteira,
Eu não quero pensar em voltar.

Tô no Barato de ver o Mar
Daqui de cima eu já posso me ligar
Hoje eu tô no Barato de Cair no Mar.
Na água salgada minha alma vou lavar.

Hoje eu não quero a noite penso no dia,
Pelas Estrelas já posso imaginar,
Só vou pirar nas cores, entrar em sintonia.
Com as plantas, com o céu, com o mar.
O sol tá pegando, o tempo passando, Vamos lá.
Curtir o dia nessa melodia e dançar.
Porque a praia é a melhor maneira da mente poder desligar
Eu espero a semana inteira.
Não quero pensar em voltar

Tô no Barato de ver o Mar
Daqui de cima eu já posso me ligar
Hoje eu tô no Barato de Cair no Mar.
Na água salgada minha alma vou lavar.

To no barato by Planta e Raiz

AI
VOU POSTAR A MÚSICA MAIS FELIZ DO MUNDO

Gary Jules - Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world

PS: The Offspring é massa, eu curto.
PPS: Crown of Thorns que o Mig citou é surpreendentemente boa. Pensei que seria uma bosta por ele estar indicando

Mig Master escreveu:Aprender punk com o tio Mig, galerinha.

The Clash:
Spanish Bombs

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight

CHORUS
Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud

CHORUS

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon

cara, fazia anos que nao ouvia clash
musica linda, letra foda

ps: é impressionante como uma guerra faz
faz despertar uma coisa elgal nas pessoas.
deveria haver uma guerra mundial a cada 20 anos,
so pra manter o padrão dos seres humanos.

LONGTOPIC IS LONG


Stairway To Heaven
Led Zeppelin


There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Oh, it makes me wonder
Oh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

Oh, it makes me wonder
Oh, really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the may queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know, the piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul, there walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold and if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all, yeah
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

e eu vou te esperar
aonde quer que eu vá
aonde quer que eu vá
te levo comigo

Ermac escreveu:cara, fazia anos que nao ouvia clash
musica linda, letra foda

ps: é impressionante como uma guerra faz
faz despertar uma coisa elgal nas pessoas.
deveria haver uma guerra mundial a cada 20 anos,
so pra manter o padrão dos seres humanos.

Pior que é interessante mesmo os sentimentos que uma guerra pode despertar no ser humano.

Black
Pearl Jam


Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas,
Untouched sheets of clay...
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did.

Oh all five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Shake beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?

All the pictures have
All been washed in black,
Tattooed everything

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter so why do I sear?

Oh and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have, all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...yeah...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star,
In somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why
Can't it be, oh can't it be mine?

Ngm comentou sobre a música que postei, Mad World.
Seus insagazes sem cultura

nem da minha que é mo lekaw

Chuck 22 escreveu:nem da minha que é mo lekaw

ASUA É FODA

oba gostaram da minha musica legaal

kamelot - Memento Mori

Who wants to separate
The world we know from our beliefs
And who sees only black and white
Distinguish loss from sacrifice
Some day we may come to peace
With the world within ourselves
And I will wait you
Until I close my eyes

When your time has come
You know you'll be lonely once again
And the final winter comes to us all
Life is treacherous
But you're not the only who must pretend

We're a second in time
We're the last in the line
Of the prey that walks the earth
Good and evil combined

I am the god in my own history
The master of Triple H
I may believe if she would come to me
And whisper out my name
Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone
The life has ever been
Sometimes I wonder how belief alone
Can cut me free from sin

When you close your eyes
Mementos of summer retrieves your mind
Like drizzle after nood cleans the air
When the winter blows
You're glad you remember you really tried

And it comes to an end
Even winter like fall
And we all have our beliefes
Pray for mercy for all

I am a man without a mistery
The deal is done within
I will embrace the coldest winter breeze
And pray for every sin

(Helena)
Victoria, non praeda
Memento mori

(Mephisto)
Una voce volo, non valeo
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori
Memento mori

(Ariel)
So subservant in your embrace
No more denial
No run away
This is the final
My last recall
And that's the price for what we learn
The more we know the more we yearn
Cause we're so alone

I am a man without a mistery
The deal is done within
I will embrace the coldest winter breeze
The journey can begin
I'm still the god in my own history
I still believe that she will come to me
And whisper out my name

Someday we may come to peace
And reach beyond behind the lies
And I will await you
Until I close my eyes

Epica e The Black Halo é o melhor ciclo já lançado.

LA LA LA LA LA LA! LA LA LA LA LA LA!


E O SPORTING E O NOSSO GRANDE AMOR!





As musicas da torcida do meu clube são muito boas!

Mas tinha que ser um bigode pra postar música de time nessa porra.

Tai, no Transfuncionador Contínuo devia mudar "português" pra "bigods"

I crossed the valleys the dust of midlands
To search for the third key to open the gates
Now I'm near the altar the secret inside
As legend told my beloved sun light the dragon's eyes
On the way to the glory I'll honor my sword
To serve right ideals and justice for all

Finally happened the sun hit their eyes
The spell was creating strange games of light
Thanks to hidden mirror I found my lost way
Over the stones I reach a place it was a secret cave
In a long bloody battle that prophecies told
The light will prevail hence wisdom is gold

For the king for the land for the mountains
For the green valleys where dragons fly
For the glory the power to win the black lord
I will search for the emerald sword

Only a warrior with a clear heart
Could have the honour to be kissed by the sun
Yes I am that warrior I followed my way
Led by the force of cosmic souls I can reach the sword
On the way to the glory I'll honor my sword
To serve right ideals and justice for all

For the king for the land for the mountains
For the green valleys where dragons fly
For the glory the power to win the black lord
I will search for the emerald sword

Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to the plan ?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it
I just wanna make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

And now I try hard to make it
I just wanna make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this
right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect