Fingers Cut Megamachine Nothing Goes On
Always worry about little mice
Their little hearts
Hope they run
It goes...
Always thinking about everyone
How everyone wants someone
Not I
I was wrong
Had a little bit
No more than anyone
Each time you fell
Nothing goes
I've been lying but
I'm still lying here
Each time you fell
Nothing goes on
Always hold on not by letting off
To letting go
To fill the spot
They follow
Always wandering to hold you back
Just to let you on
And tear you down
And I know
And I was wrong
I had a little bit
No more than anymore
Each time you fell
Nothing goes
I've been lying
But I'm still-a lying
Each time you felt
Nothing goes on
Guess you had a little bit of love
You found yourself
Take it out
Comb it back
Guess you had a little bit of love
You found someone
In someone else's room
And I was wrong
