Submitted to Guster.net by Kenta Koga La Ti Da Can't imagine What possibly went wrong I heard it but I don't believe him The way his face bends The way he's hurting now Can blame it all don't look at me While I pity them I can't help but singing La Ti Da Hope they don't hear me After the fall I pray he thinks that it isn't me Lucky boy I am Crush the bodies on the ground It's so terrible I know Watch'em writher and reach out He's going quietly right now But the smile barely shows and I'm happy cause I've found That the victim is not me So I kicked him While he's on the ground And hiding all of me Burned by three degrees He said, confide in no one else Found and can't even believe Burned by three degrees It's better done myself It's better done myself Charm and praises Some only wish them well You say it but you don't believe it And when the onslaught flies Pierce the empty frame outside Consider this of you Crush the bodies on the ground It's so terrible I know Watch'em writher and reach out He's going quietly right now But the smile barely shows and I'm happy cause I've found That the victim is not me So I kicked him While he's on the ground And hiding all of me Burned by three degrees He said, confide in no one else Found and can't even believe Burned by three degrees It's better done myself It's better done myself