الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Between the scars on my head
The brain keeps holding on my skin
But I can feel remains, from your
Poor and dirty soul
Taking out some lies
Spit it out while it still grows
Holding on I try
Beliefs have been changing
Sometimes it feels like I'm not here
It prowls to find my fears, that are
Somewhere in your eyes
It comes over and over
It's hurting you and myself
Stay not here
When I'm gone
Stay not here
When I'm gone
