They say that time’s supposed to heal you But I ...

 And now I don't understand it
You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth

 See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free

 Nasza muzyka jest zdolna wywołać chwiejność emocjonalną, zachowanie patologiczne, a nawet bunt i rewolucję.

 I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hanging on a moment of truth

 You took my heart and my keys and my patience
You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration

 Time has come to say goodbye
I know it's gonna make you cry

 Don't say a word while we dance with the devil
You brought a fire to a world so cold

 Now I’m Four Five Seconds from wildin’
And we got three more days ’til Friday

 And what’s ironic to me
The ones that don’t ever leave think that they know

 Now I can't get ya out of my brain
Ohh, its such a shame