I don't believe All I ever really mean When I rant and rave the way I do Is I'm scared I'm scared I'm just as scared as you And sometimes it's so hard
I don't know, I really don't I'm just the same as you Just the same as you You know those things I said All those things that made you Run away from
Übersetzung: The Cure. Scared As You.
the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you
So I yell out for some kind of angel To come down and rescue me Be as soft as you can Put a drink in my hand I'm as scared as I ever could be Gimme lace
shook up Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah! My hands are shaky and my knees are weak I can't seem to stand on my own two feet Who do you thank when you have such
You beg for mercy as you read the hand you're dealt {*screaming "Ah ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"*} Cause there's no let up, you walked into a set up It's suckin you
I getting paid?" WHAT BITCH?!?! First I tried to choke her, she went for the door And said, "Welcome to the disease there's no cure for" Bitch, I love you, but now you
race between the facts of anarchy The secret to success is believing that you succeeded Is more than an achievement It?s as important as you breathing
reign Infected by the virus We failed to reach the aim Damned to walk the night Access to the world above denied Lost without a cure But as long as we
don't want... You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you you ask me not to call you on the phone But there's something I wanted to tell you so I wrote
like this, like this) Pretty will you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl! Pretty would u **** me girl, silly as
they might take you in Did you ever wonder why music hurts When someone plays it aloof to sin Did you ever believe that a smile could cure A happy face keep you
plus I never cloned a microphone What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance Before I sit you on my gurney And lead you to an anestetic breather
re scared of the silence But be scared-er of the sound. Hearts are not only beating They are all counting down. You're not ready for disorder. You're
