الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
fading portraits
hang crooked on the half plastered walls
the familiar smell of smoke
still has it's presense
and i induldge
because the closure keeps us sane
in memories
that insanity provides us with
that mirror gives me a look
throws back a haunting reflection of my face
and photographs are scattered on that wooden floor
just like my memories
