Nhạc sĩ: Rhys Lewis, Benjamin Francis Leftwich,
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Snap out of it, stop thinking about yourself, go to bed, get your head out of tomorrow, you'll be fine, you don't have to be all the things you thought you'd be by twenty-nine Get over it, are you really losing sleep over things that you miss, that you've never even had, oh what a way to waste a night, what a way to waste a life It's like losing the lottery of feeling sad, it's like craving the champagne that you drank too fast, it's like blowing the candles out and wishing your life was somewhere different, that you were still seventeen Oh happy, happy *** birthday to me Snap out of it, stop living in your head, your regrets, they're only memories, they don't have to bring you down, so leave the house, throw your mind out of the window for a while It's like losing the lottery of feeling sad, it's like craving the champagne that you drank too fast, it's like blowing the candles out and wishing your life was somewhere different, that you were still seventeen Oh happy, happy *** birthday to me Snap out of it, get over it, you don't have to be all the things you thought you'd be by twenty-nine Snap out of it, get over it, you don't have to be all the things you thought you'd be by twenty-nine Snap out of it, get over it, you don't have to be all the things you thought you'd be by twenty-nine Snap out of it, get over it, you don't have to be all the things you thought you'd be by twenty-nine Snap out of it, get over it, you don't have to be all the things you thought you'd be by twenty-nine Snap out of it, get over it, you don't have to be all the things you thought you'd be by twenty-nine Happy *** birthday to me