اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Day starts to bleed from my pen everything
Leaves not a voice not a choice, anything
Light never felt your sick skin rest of on me
Fails to include hardships felt constantly
Just maybe in heaven you'll hear me
If I could rip my throat out
Take impossible choices made masquerade
Lies be the food feel the same, take the toll
This is all I have to give before I fail you
What else did you want to take from me?
Take from me, never had a chance to say what I
Take from me, never had a chance to say
Blood of a diary
Blood of a diary
Have you heard your loved ones say you fail me?
(All my loved ones, they all fail me)
