Bad Luck - Willoughby
Translated lyrics of Bad Luck - Willoughby to
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- Bad Luck
- Willoughby
- Translation by: panzas
Willoughby
Nobody wants me back home
Nobody loves me at all
I will be dying alone
I will be dying alone!
That same playground that we smoked our cigarettes on
Was the same one that we spent our lives as kids on
And when I say kids I mean little kids
Because we still are kids, we haven't grown up yet
John and Nick got hooked Nick for a little bit
And to this day John swears that one day he'll quit
And I believe in him just like I always have
Because when we were 12 we did the things we said
Nobody wants me back home
Nobody loves me at all
I will be dying alone
I will be dying alone
There was that one time Steve drove our old van into
The side of our old house there was nothing to do
Except to sit and laugh and think about how mad
Our fucking Mom would be when she made her way back
She was at Donna's house, that's where she always was
I'm not complaining though it only helped our cause of
Sneaking out and finding out that the mall wasn't all it seemed to be
Nobody wants me back home
Nobody loves me at all
I will be dying alone
I will be dying alone
Nobody wants us back home
Nobody loves us at all
We will be dying alone
We will be dying alone
Is there something wrong with me?
There's nothing wrong with me
We had no place to be
I still got no place to be at all
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with me?!
Is there something wrong with me?!
Because nobody wants us back home
Nobody loves us at all
We will be dying alone
We will be dying alone
Nobody wants us back home
Nobody loves us at all
We will be dying alone
We will be dying alone
My heads not straight and my throat it feels slit
I'll watch it fall right off and stomp the hell out of it
Cause I've gotten so tired I'm wired to fail
And my friends are the same, my fucking friends are the same
These nights are long but they're keeping me from
All my awful dreams all my cynical thoughts
I'll break down in the front of an old parking lot
And get help when I'm gone
I'll get help when we're done
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