No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame,
not any more,it's your turn,
for settling the final score
and why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide, you have made it harder
just to go on,
and why, all the possibilities
well I was wrong.
That's what you get when you let you're heart win.
whoa
That's what you get when you let you're heart win,
Whoa
I drowned out all my sense with,
the sound of it's beating,
and that's what you get when you let you're heart win,
Whoa
I wonder, how I'm supposed to feel
when you're not here?
'cuz I burned every bridge I ever built
when you were here.
I still try, holding on to silly things,
I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities,
I'm sure you've heard.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
whoa
I drowned out all my sense with,
the sound of it's beating,
and that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoah
Pain, make your way to me,to me
And I'll always be just so inviting,
If I ever start to think straight,
this heart will start a riot in me
Let's Start, Start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh, Why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
and that's what you get when you let you're heart win.
-Paramore
