Punk

作词 : 曾国宏Tseng, Kuo Hung

作曲 : 曾国宏Tseng, Kuo Hung

So many ways to pay my due,

why I feel so bad to play like you.

Oh darling, I’m out of fuel.

To lock myself in this isolation.

So many ways to play like you,

why I feel so bad to end this due.

Oh darling, I’m out of tune.

To fit myself in this urban fiction.

I ain’t feel it no more,

I ain’t touch it no more,

I ain’t crying no more,

I’ll make it all around.

I ain’t hanging’ no more,

I ain’t love it no more,

I ain’t hate it no more,

I’ll make it all around.

I ain’t feel it no more,

I ain’t touch it no more,

I ain’t crying no more,

I’ll make it all around.

Don’t give a chance to enemy,

go back to your reality,

people is hard to satisfy,

but yeah, I have to give a try.

Something changing’ in my chemistry,

it can’t be traced in the history,

truth is hard to testify.

But yeah, I have to give a try.