More songs by WesGhost
Description
Producer, Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist, Recording Engineer: WesGhost
Recording Engineer, Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Hosu Yoon
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Keith Sorrells
Lyrics and translation
Original
Chest falling with her headphones on. Eyes closing when she's singing that song.
Cold world and she'd rather be gone. Make herself sick in the bathroom.
Hanging on, tryna make it through the day. Mascara running down her face.
Want it hard but she running out of space. Another sad girl with tattoos. Fading.
Pretty smile so she don't cry, you know she's faking.
Pretty eyes, the way she lies, I know she's breaking.
Her heart's a war, deep down she feels so blue. Behind closed doors, nobody knows what she's been through.
Chest falling with her headphones on. Eyes closing when she's singing that song.
Cold world and she'd rather be gone. Make herself sick in the bathroom.
Hanging on, tryna make it through the day. Mascara running down her face.
Want it hard but she running out of space. Another sad girl with tattoos. She don't wanna fall in love with anyone.
She don't wanna be here, be here now. Ghosts from the past she been known to run.
And looking in the mirror only brings her down.
Through the night, baby, she'll run away. She don't wanna think, she just wanna get high.
Body full of ink just to see the pain. And watch it like a movie in the back of her mind.
Chest falling with her headphones on. Eyes closing when she's singing that song.
Cold world and she'd rather be gone. Make herself sick in the bathroom.
Hanging on, tryna make it through the day. Mascara running down her face.
Want it hard but she running out of space.
Another sad girl with tattoos.
Make herself sick in the bathroom. Tryna make it through the day.
Mascara running down her face. Want it hard but she running out of space.
Another sad girl with tattoos.
English translation
Chest falling with her headphones on. Eyes closing when she's singing that song.
Cold world and she'd rather be gone. Make herself sick in the bathroom.
Hanging on, tryna make it through the day. Mascara running down her face.
Want it hard but she running out of space. Another sad girl with tattoos. Fading.
Pretty smile so she don't cry, you know she's faking.
Pretty eyes, the way she lies, I know she's breaking.
Her heart's a war, deep down she feels so blue. Behind closed doors, nobody knows what she's been through.
Chest falling with her headphones on. Eyes closing when she's singing that song.
Cold world and she'd rather be gone. Make herself sick in the bathroom.
Hanging on, tryna make it through the day. Mascara running down her face.
Want it hard but she running out of space. Another sad girl with tattoos. She don't wanna fall in love with anyone.
She don't wanna be here, be here now. Ghosts from the past she been known to run.
And looking in the mirror only brings her down.
Through the night, baby, she'll run away. She don't wanna think, she just wanna get high.
Body full of ink just to see the pain. And watch it like a movie in the back of her mind.
Chest falling with her headphones on. Eyes closing when she's singing that song.
Cold world and she'd rather be gone. Make herself sick in the bathroom.
Hanging on, tryna make it through the day. Mascara running down her face.
Want it hard but she running out of space.
Another sad girl with tattoos.
Make herself sick in the bathroom. Tryna make it through the day.
Mascara running down her face. Want it hard but she running out of space.
Another sad girl with tattoos.