S.O.S. (Sophie DeBattista)
S.O.S. (Sophie DeBattista) - Silent Witness songtekst
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Dark room, no room to breathe Inhale your gaze on me Eyes blurred, captured, naive Tender fingers all over me Voices linger outside So I just sit and hide You go and tell the myth Of a romance like this (Mid-8) Got me tempted by pure black, black A piece of me I can't take back, back Wishing we could just backtrack, back track And stop this contact No, I don't think I'm ready for it Now I gotta pick up my head and hide the evidence When it's time to face the cool kids, I'll just pretend It's alright No, I'm not ready to be pushed off the edge Now I gotta pick up my head and go with the trend Rather be a liar then be killed by regret Fake blood on my hands, I'm the silent witness I'm the silent witness I'm the silent witness The girls rumour the words Pursue untrue whispers Don't deserve false respect 'Cos I've not done it yet Got me tempted by pure black, black A piece of me I can't take back, back Wishing we could just backtrack, back track And stop this contact No, I don't think I'm ready for it Now I gotta pick up my head and hide the evidence When it's time to face the cool kids, I'll just pretend It's alright No, I'm not ready to be pushed off the edge Now I gotta pick up my head and go with the trend Rather be a liar then be killed by regret Fake blood on my hands, I'm the silent witness I'm the silent witness I'm the silent witness And when this it's all over I thought you'd like to know that Maybe we could be more than just friends Before you tell the world I'm no longer that girl And trap me forever in this pretend It was our hidden secret I thought you'd like to keep it Never have I been exposed before I know it's in your past But for me the rumours last How could I have got this all so wrong No, I don't think I'm ready for it Now I gotta pick up my head and hide the evidence When it's time to face the cool kids, I'll just pretend It's alright No, I'm not ready to be pushed off the edge Now I gotta pick up my head and go with the trend Rather be a liar then be killed by regret Fake blood on my hands, I'm the silent witness It's alright It's alright It's alright It's alright