Burn Heart Burn کے بول

You spend your days At a dead end job Where you just do What you are told And you come home To an empty place Fall asleep by the TV set And on the weekend, You get all drunk Try to escape, Till Monday comes Why is it so we die just as copies If it's so we're born originals So it goes, so it lingers While life is slipping Through your fingers And you're counting the days As it seems Without goals And without dreams Why is it so we die just as copies If it's so we're born originals Burn heart burn, Yearn heart yearn It's so sad, it's not a life It's a storage of a man And I'm not asking For an easy time But I'm asking For a meaningful life Why is it so we die just as copies If it's so we're born originals Burn heart burn, Learn heart learn Why is it so we're all replaceables It's because we're all predictables