KARAOKE SONG, Stitches AFI Pablo Pareja

I thought that I'd been hurt before

/I zoot dat aid bin jert bifor/

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

/Bat no uans evar lef mi cuait dis sor/

Your words cut deeper than a knife

/ior uords cat diper dan a naif/

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

/Nou I nit som uan tu briz mi bac tu laif/

Got a feeling that I'm going under

/Got a filing dat aim gouin ander/

But I know that I'll make it out alive

/Bat I nou dat I wil meik it aut alaif/

If I quit calling you my lover

/If aI cuit colin yu mai lova/

Move on

/Muf on/

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

/iu uach mi bliit antil I kent briiz/

Shaking, falling onto my knees

/Sheiquin, folin ontu mai niis/

And now that I'm without your kisses

/En nou dat aim wiz aut ior quíses/

I'll be needing stitches

/Ail bi niidin estiches/

Tripping over myself

/Tripin ouva maiself/

Aching, begging you to come help

/Eichin, beguin iu tu com jelp/

And now that I'm without your kisses

/En nou dat aim wiz aut yor quíses/

I'll be needing stitches

/Ail bi niidin estiches/

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

/Jos laic a moz draun tu a fleim/

Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain

/Ou, yu lor mi in, ai cuden sens de pein/

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

/yor biter jer col tu de touch/

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

/nou aim gona rip güat ai so/

I'm left seeing red on my own

/aim lef si in ret on mai oun/

Got a feeling that I'm going under

/Got a fiiling dat aim gouin ander/

But I know that I'll make it out alive

/Bat I nou dat I wil maik it aut alaif/

If I quit calling you my lover

/If I cuit colin yu mai lova/

Move on

/Muf on/

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

/Yu guach mi blit antil I ken briiz/

Shaking, falling onto my knees

/Sheiquin, folin ontu mi niis/

And now that I'm without your kisses

/En nou dat aim wiz aut yor quíses/

I'll be needing stitches

/Ail bi nidin estiches/

Tripping over myself

/Tripin ouva maiself/

Aching, begging you to come help

/Eichin, beguin yu tu com jelp/

And now that I'm without your kisses

/En nou dat aim wiz aut yor quíses/

I'll be needing stitches

/Ail bi nidin estiches/

Needle and the thread

/nidel an de zrit/

Gotta get you out of my head

/gota get yu aut of mai jet/

Needle and the thread

/nidel an de zrit/

Gonna wind up dead

/gona güain ap det/

Needle and the thread

/nidel an de zrit/

Gotta get you out of my head

/gota get yu aut of mai jet/

Needle and the thread

/nidel an de zrit/

Gonna wind up dead

/gona güain ap det/

Needle and the thread

/nidel an de zrit/

Gotta get you out of my head

/gota get yu aut of mai jet/

Needle and the thread

/nidel an de zrit/

Gonna wind up dead

/gona güain ap det/

Needle in the thread

/nidel in de zrit/

Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head

/gota get yu aut of mai jet, get yu aut of mai jet/

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

/Yu guach mi blit antil I ken briz/

Shaking, falling onto my knees

/Sheiquin, folin ontu mi niis/

And now that I'm without your kisses

/En nou dat aim wiz aut yor quíses/

I'll be needing stitches 

/Ail bi nidin estiches/

Tripping over myself

/Tripin ouva maiself/

Aching, begging you to come help 

/Eichin, beguin yu tu com jelp/

And now that I'm without your kisses

/En nou dat aim wiz aut yor quíses/

I'll be needing stitches

/Ail bi nidin estiches/

I'm without your kisses

/aim wiz aut yor quíses/

I'll be needing stitches

/Ail bi nidin estiches/

I'm without your kisses

/aim wiz aut yor quíses/

I'll be needing stitches

/Ail bi nidin estiches/