歌手:Quinn葵因
专辑:《才华已尽的…？》

作词 : Quinn葵因
作曲 : Quinn葵因
编曲 : Quinn葵因
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Paint with blood and ink. 
All my life, buried by maple leaves. 
Drink silence for therapy. 
Minus two seven three degrees. 
Step on me as you wish. 
Or bet on me faithfully. 
I let you take what you want from me. 
Only you could’ve let me be. 
Dying under the maple tree. 
Burning what we know now the fatal key. 
Winter’s slowly sipping the hazel tea. 
My grief killed in the cradle. 
Freed. I’m freed.   
Lay your eyes on me like the classic scene. 
Trust no one but it’s me so you believe. 
There’s the youth they prayed for, but we redeem. 
Freed. I’m freed. 
Smile the way no one’d ever seen. 
Fight like we are one and only team. 
I need you to make me feel alive. 
Even if it’s a grand deceit. 
Knowing that my plans are delusional. 
Hate me but when you’re here, you hold me still. 
Wait and kill me after my trauma heals. 
We made a deal. 
Paint with blood and ink. 
All my life, buried by maple leaves. 
Drink silence for therapy. 
Minus two seven three degrees. 
Step on me as you wish. 
Or bet on me faithfully. 
I let you take what you want from me. 
Only you could’ve let me be. 
And the storm came, I was drenched in tears and rain. 
Clear my sight, impaired my memories in vain. 
We’re surrounded by the mundane. 
While you said “hold on tight” with few bloodstains on your face. 
Was it painful? Were you tamed? 
I could see your eyes flickering with pure disdain. 
“It’s all the same, I’m not made for the game.” 
That’s when we gave ourselves another name. 
And the storm came, I was drenched in tears and rain. 
Clear my sight, impaired my memories in vain. 
We’re surrounded by the mundane. 
While you said “hold on tight” with few bloodstains on your face. 
Was it painful? Were you tamed? 
I could see your eyes flickering with pure disdain. 
“It’s all the same, I’m not made for the game.” 
That’s when we gave ourselves another name. 
Paint with blood and ink. 
All my life, buried by maple leaves. 
Drink silence for therapy. 
Minus two seven three degrees. 
Step on me as you wish. 
Or bet on me faithfully. 
I let you take what you want from me. 
Only you could’ve let me be. 
It’s Quinn.