اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I worked my fingers to the bone
Just to make myself a home
That never felt like one at all
Well it's a long fall from grace
Without a smile on my face
It was just me and misery, alone
I missed the ebb and flow of goodbyes
And hellos and the road through a rear view mirror
Back before I grew tired, secondhand, expired
And that all I lost was my voice
