اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I hide behind my leaves
Each a cascade
Each a regret
Your visage appals me
I sicken myself
I see everything and
I refuse my deepest tragedy
A blade rip through my face
A weapon cut my eyes
The tendons tear away
The prop will now suffice
I am the truest self and
I refuse my deepest tragedy
Hide behind my leaves
Each a cascade
Each a regret
