اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Standing on this cliff
My back to the edge
Burden has taken hold
And broke my wings
These cuts wont heal
They only increase in number
I can't pull free from this
Knife in my back
My hands outstretched
Reaching for a reason not to say goodbye
Grasping nothing
My hands are refusing to reach any longer
I brush my heart form my sleeve
To fall in the dirt and rest in peace
It should be safer away from me
Trust you to catch me
Through your hands i fall
Fall back from everything
The wind whispers in my ear
She never said goodbye
