اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Your weak hands can't stop the truth
From crushing your perfect world
And your plastic smiles
Only allow you, to hide from the world
Not from yourself
No matter how hard you try
Keeping this lie
Will only make
The weight of the truth
Crushing as it crashes
Down over you
Because it will crash down, Your fairy tale is
Two steps from the abyss
The mediocrity of your excuses
Make your desperate flight evident
But, the longer you run
When you look behind
You your ghosts will still be there
They'll stay until you face them
