PTSD

[00:00.000] 作词 : Emma Norris/Alexandre Laurent René Anthony
[00:03.739]Verse 1
[00:07.761]I am wide awake
[00:10.674]Staring at your face and
[00:13.305]I’m wondering if you’re safe
[00:14.459]I’m wondering if it's fake
[00:15.806]And my heart is racing
[00:18.024]Afraid of what you hide (what you hide, what you hide)
[00:19.812]Afraid of ways you lie and
[00:21.599]Afraid of what I’ll find
[00:23.105]Afraid I’ll spend my life
[00:24.243]Crying when im smiling
[00:25.636]Pre-Chorus
[00:26.123]Can’t tell if I love you
[00:27.098]Or I’m sleeping with the enemy
[00:29.312]Some days I can’t tell my intuition from anxiety
[00:33.895]I’m too scared to tell you
[00:35.880]'Cause what if you get fed up and leave?
[00:37.916]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[00:44.941]Chorus
[00:46.263]PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
[00:47.458]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[00:51.103]PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
[00:55.633]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[00:59.466]Verse 2
[00:59.985]I’m good, I’m good - Okay?
[01:02.138]My armor’s suffocating
[01:04.780]I guess it comes in waves
[01:05.973]I get used to thе ache
[01:07.132]But its asphyxiating
[01:08.615]Pre-Chorus
[01:09.071]Can’t tell if I love you
[01:10.160]Or I’m sleeping with thе enemy
[01:12.640]Some days I can’t tell my intuition from anxiety
[01:16.306]I’m too scared to tell you
[01:18.596]'Cause what if you get fed up and leave?
[01:20.875]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[01:25.392]Chorus
[01:25.818]PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
[01:29.846]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[01:33.782]PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
[01:38.476]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[01:42.261]Post-Chorus
[01:43.193]I’m just a sad girl stacking up my money
[01:46.269]I’m doing big things 'cause my mama didn’t want me
[01:50.384]I try to be a saint so I’m worthy of affection
[01:54.718]But I’m still afraid 'cause love is a murder weapon
[01:58.949]Bridge
[01:59.799]Some days I get so damn lonely
[02:03.020]'Cause everybody’s fake (everybody's fake)
[02:08.470]I trust the only one who knows me
[02:12.238]'Cause no one else feels safe
[02:16.099]Chorus
[02:17.017]PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
[02:21.437]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[02:25.806]PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
[02:29.743]Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
[02:34.304]Post-Chorus
[02:34.808]I’m just a sad girl stacking up my money
[02:37.543]I’m doing big things 'cause my mama didn’t want me
[02:42.149]I try to be a saint so I’m worthy of affection
[02:46.580]But I’m still afraid 'cause love is a murder weapon
作词 : Emma Norris/Alexandre Laurent René Anthony
Verse 1
I am wide awake
Staring at your face and
I’m wondering if you’re safe
I’m wondering if it's fake
And my heart is racing
Afraid of what you hide (what you hide, what you hide)
Afraid of ways you lie and
Afraid of what I’ll find
Afraid I’ll spend my life
Crying when im smiling
Pre-Chorus
Can’t tell if I love you
Or I’m sleeping with the enemy
Some days I can’t tell my intuition from anxiety
I’m too scared to tell you
'Cause what if you get fed up and leave?
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
Chorus
PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
Verse 2
I’m good, I’m good - Okay?
My armor’s suffocating
I guess it comes in waves
I get used to thе ache
But its asphyxiating
Pre-Chorus
Can’t tell if I love you
Or I’m sleeping with thе enemy
Some days I can’t tell my intuition from anxiety
I’m too scared to tell you
'Cause what if you get fed up and leave?
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
Chorus
PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
Post-Chorus
I’m just a sad girl stacking up my money
I’m doing big things 'cause my mama didn’t want me
I try to be a saint so I’m worthy of affection
But I’m still afraid 'cause love is a murder weapon
Bridge
Some days I get so damn lonely
'Cause everybody’s fake (everybody's fake)
I trust the only one who knows me
'Cause no one else feels safe
Chorus
PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
PTSD, PTSD, PTSD
Some days I can’t tell my paranoia from PTSD
Post-Chorus
I’m just a sad girl stacking up my money
I’m doing big things 'cause my mama didn’t want me
I try to be a saint so I’m worthy of affection
But I’m still afraid 'cause love is a murder weapon