[ti:Wrong Victory]
[ar:Ms Mr]
[al:How Does It Feel]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:15.000] Rose-colored glasses, they couldn't shield anything
[00:23.000] Golden flames that burned, but couldn't heal me from within
[00:30.000] Disperse the heat, let the cold sweep in, oh
[00:37.000] Burst in languid light, as my head and body spin
[00:45.000] When your skin doesn't feel like home, oh
[00:52.000] And I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh oh
[01:00.000] This body only knows, oh
[01:07.000] How to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh
[01:18.000] A superstition, that found itself in the way
[01:26.000] Of a freed premonition, that could've helped me escape
[01:31.000] It's the wrong kind of victory, disguised as a breakthrough
[01:40.000] It's hard when nothing, fits like it used to
[01:48.000] When your skin doesn't feel like home, oh
[01:55.000] And I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh oh
[02:03.000] This body only knows, oh
[02:11.000] How to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh
[02:16.000] Hairs on my hand, stand on end
[02:20.000] The spine of this truth, repel and suspend
[02:24.000] Act like bars, but should help me transcend
[02:31.000] Hairs on my hand, stand on end
[02:35.000] The spine of this truth, like cracks in the wind
[02:39.000] Act like birds, but should help me transcend
[02:47.000] When your skin doesn't feel like home, oh
[02:55.000] And I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh oh
[03:02.000] This body only knows, oh
[03:09.000] How to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh