歌词
Stomping the flowers in my mind
Tearing the wings off
All those mental butterflies
Shooting the sun out of the sky
Yelling at anyone
That passes by like time
It seems no matter what I do
There's just no pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
Floating through life on his back
Derailing trains of thought
And ripping up the tracks
Expired get me off the shelf
Throw me in the fires
Of my own personal hell
It seems no matter what I do
There's just no pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
It seems no matter what I do
There's just no pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you
No pleasing you