اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I threw my bike off the road
And lie in the grass
The hot winds blow
Promises I'll never know
Don't act twelve
With a delinquent mind
The sky turned yellow and blue
Like a week-old bruise
These days things loom above me
My head is empty
My tongue and lips
Are swollen
