اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
What wears you baby
Hung upon the cheek of night?
A mourning gown, maybe
That you have painted white?
Mascara bleeds, your eyes turn red
As you wished I was sad
I saw the shiny Moon
The night it started falling
And from that gold cocoon
This ugly moth came crawling out
And now it’s tangled in your hair
As you wished I was there
I'll burn these photographs
Before I run amok
And as you sobbingly laugh
I'll drink the poison cup
Then lie down on a flower bed
And not one tear had I shed
So, a toast to you Juliet!
As you wished, now I'm dead
