Lay down, lay down with your drunken fools,
I never thought you could be so cruel.
And all the rumours I heard were true,
You had another man in the room.
Peel off the bandages from the wound,
I still have plenty of scars to prove.
I'm sick of coverin' up the truth,
So now I'm takin' it back from you.
From the start, drew a target on my heart,
So you can throw your poison darts.
you'll never kill, never kill.
You left a trail right from the start,
Of bloody nails and broken hearts.
And you keep tearin' them apart,
With bloody nails and broken hearts.
Now I know fairy tales don't come true,
And Cinderella don't fit the shoe.
truth - حقيقة
trail - ممر المشاة
throw - يرمي
thought - فكر
tales - حكايات
start - بداية
rumours - rumeurs
could - استطاع
broken - مكسور
darts - لعبة الرشق بالسهام
still - ما يزال
cruel - قاسي