I pick myself up off the ground
I keep tellin' myself
No, I'm not backing down
I keep tellin' myself
The best is still yet to come
I keep tellin' myself
It's darkest before the dawn.
I pick myself up off the ground
I keep tellin' myself
No, I'm not backing down
I keep tellin' myself
The best is still yet to come
I keep tellin' myself
It's darkest before the dawn.
I will be seen and be heard
And they will hang on my every word.
I will break free from the chains
And beat anything you throw in my way.
Я работал и работал, как последний раб,
И никого рядом не было,
Кроме этого придурка.
Лучшие друзья -
Иллюстрация того, что нужно делать,
Чтобы бороться, а не прогибаться,
Потому что он может положиться на меня,
А я на него.
Working and working and slaving away
No one was here
Except this creeper to stay
Best friends representing
What it takes to fight strong
And not bend
‘Cause he can depend on me
And me on him.
So you can show me what you've got
You’re shell shocked, brains locked
Can’t even get a single word across
I believe they call it writer’s block
You’re looking at the clock, time’s up
Round up, staring at the board
See a sea of words with the world fate underscored
It was meant to be this way, you’re too late
I look up at your face and I see myself
Wait, let me get this straight
I’m you, you’re me
Now I see I just killed the old me.
They think our friendship is hopeless and tragic
They say he'll blow
I don't think it will happen.
The future is fragile.
Good thing my personality is agile.
In sickness and in health
In poorness and in wealth
The only roadblock in front of me is myself.
I'm friends with a creeper
That lives in my world
You can call me a weirdo
A loser a nerd
Stop trying to save me
By swinging your sword.
You think I'm crazy by risking my safety
It's no big deal.
Могу я хоть раз зайти на Facebook, чтобы мне никто не пожаловался
Или не пригласил в детскую игру?
И не смейте слать мне спам!
И твоя еда не для того, чтобы вывешивать в Инстаграме!
Can I go on Facebook once without your complaints
Or getting invited to childish games?
Don’t you dare take a shot of Spam
Your dinner doesn’t belong on Instagram!