Atreyu A Letter To Someone Like You Lyrics

(Why, Why, Why, Why) x4
-Sometimes this beauty is choking me,
but at least its your hands at my throat
Your lashes brush against my cheek,
coupled with your breath on my neck
The world around you falls away and I will still be there
I know my words are like daggers but they cut me too
-And I am sorry for all the f___ed up things I say I didn't mean it
And I never realized that I can be what I hate
-Lets be happy with what we have, enjoy the beauty in these days
Sometimes we'll laugh sometimes we'll scream no one said caring was easy
-I know there was a time when emotions felt like pulling teeth
Sometimes I felt so souless I couldn't even look at me
It's pathetic to hate who you are and it feels like hell to change
But I'll be d___ed if I push you away

I remember when my dreams were dying, and I d___ed the sun, i d___ed the sun to pieces, I carved hateful thoughts into my chest, then you took my hand and nothing has ever felt the same, and nothing, has ever, nothing has ever felt the same.

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Una carta a algú com tu

(Per què, perquè, perquè, per què) x4
-De vegades, aquesta bellesa m'ofega,
però almenys estan les seves mans al meu coll
El seu raspall de pestanyes en la meva galta,
juntament amb el seu alè al coll
El món que t'envolta desapareix i encara hi serà
Sé que les meves paraules són com punyals, però em tallen massa
-I ho sento per totes les coses fotudes que dic que no deia seriosament
I mai em vaig adonar que puc ser el que avorreixo
-Anem a ser feliços amb el que tenim, gaudim de la bellesa en aquests dies
De vegades ens riurem de vegades cridarem, ningú va dir que era fàcil de cuidar
-Sé que hi va haver un moment en què les emocions es sentien com demanar la lluna en un cove
De vegades em sentia tan sense ànima que ni tan sols podia mirar-me
És patètic odiar el que ets i que se sent com l'infern per canviar
Però que em matin si t'aparto de mi

Recordo quan els meus somnis s'estaven morint, i vaig condemnar el sol, i vaig condemnar el sol a trossos, i tallats pensaments d'odi en el meu pit, llavors em va prendre la mà i no he sentit altre vegada el mateix, i res, té sempre, no he sentit altre vegada el mateix.