Condition: Reponse کے بول

Sound the bells I'm coming home As far as I can tell I'm not alone I'm sick and tired of all the chasing wasting days into blur til i can't remember Are we ever really gonna be all the things expected from us? Between the lights that cover you and me We're blinded to the black and white Oh I don't even know what's up with me I'm counting down the hours Oh I need to feel the presence I need to feel you next to me right here Break a glass tonight I'm breaking free I knew you'd bring me back to life again. I'm sick and tired of all the faking wasting days I'll never get back