اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Lit a flame, then I fell asleep
If I burn, it was meant to be
Fogging up intrusive thoughts of
Flying off a ten-foot drop
Every day I've been losing sleep
Thinkin' 'bout the way that you look at me
Pupils shrinkin', monotone
So attached but so alone
