اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Eating away at my head
Counting the sheep in my bed
Winds strong the feelings are
Drifting away
Sometimes I wish l'd forget
Cough out my lungs, cigarette
Seeing that I am the one who's to
Blame
Take back the things that I've said
I'm sure I'm better off dead
Hate starts to turn into dread
Know that's your voice in my head
