Bruise کے بول

Step inside, my dear The little cage I live can feel so big Take this heart for keeps The only part of me I can still reach I've got to stick to my guns so I can come alive Stick to my guns so I can justify Stick to my guns so I can kill the pleasure now Staring blank inside the mirror Standing still next to the phone Taste so sweet but leave me bitter I bruise under your thumb Silence seems to breed The words you never said keep echoing I've got to stick to my guns so I can come alive Stick to my guns so I can justify Stick to my guns so I can kill the pleasure now Staring blank inside the mirror Standing still next to the phone Taste so sweet but leave me bitter I bruise under your thumb