Her کے بول

Tied up inside the back of your mind for days And their separate ways are all you have Easy for some but you find it harder to lie And I can see why, when it got you that way Short for air again, I lost my line again Always alone with no one around you to phone There's no place like home when it's dark outside Short for air again, I lost my line Not mine, I saw her, I wanted to be her But now, how far away The time that takes for someone to tell you you're not Or even you are, is what makes me scared Short for air again, I lost my line Not mine, I saw her, I wanted to be her But now, how far Not mine, I saw her, I wanted to be her But now, how far away