Paint کے بول

I think I'm lost Painting my walls I've run out of space For nothing at all And I have bought extra paint Colored it lilac But it's not the same And I remembered a face Put up with my acts But it's not the same I think I'm lost In a cycle of buffers I don't do well with others I lose track of their names I think I'm lost Painting my walls I've run out of space For nothing at all And I have bought extra paint Colored it lilac But it's not the same And I remembered a face Put up with my acts But it's not the same Nothing at all, no one to call Nothing at all, is that what you want? (Nothing at all) And I have bought extra paint (Is that what you want when you) Colored it lilac (I thought I made you safe) But it's not the same (Nothing at all) I remembered a face (Is that what you want when you) Put up with my acts (I thought I made you safe) But it's not the same (All)