اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Like a child, crayon in hand, youre out of line again
And youre colors are untrue
You make the border disappear like it was never even there
To justify the things you do
The red comes washing down
And this time there's no white to be found
I'm reaching out to you
To take your color
So grab your paintbrush now's the time to showcase your pain
And all inferiority
Your eyes they speak your eyes they meet
Everything and everyone
They feel your sense of jealousy
