Envy के बोल

I remember, fateful strangers, With good intentions. Misdirection. Expectations; now they'll be waiting, For explanations, For our behaviour. When there's no questions, There will be no answers. But with desperate pressures, Come desperate measures. It's over. I feel your hands around me now. It's over. Now times are changing, All my senses failing. I wretch just thinking, Of how you betrayed me. It stinks like poison. The knife's been twisted. My blood's escaping, These wounds you gave me. It's over. I feel your hands around me now. It's over.