الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
You, my friend,
Deserve things like spring as reference to your majesty.
But nothing draws conclusion in the bones of your face
When you've dismissed a kiss right off the lips
And straight into the gutter of my life.
Here,
Where my body was left empty and tormented for years,
Caked by the loose skins of an oversized heart,
Finally worn too thin.
