Indigestible کے بول

I see her tremendous joy in a smiling face... it kind of matters the way she moves, the way it bothers me What´s the use of worrying... I can´t do anything about it... so why are we always complaining A short distance away... imprison my immoral side Violent dislike is here to stay... I have to find a way What´s the use of worrying... I can´t do anything about it... so why are we always complaining Constant without a moment´s respite... reject all my offers of compassion I could never deny... you´re indigestible What´s the use of worrying... I can´t do anything about it... so why are we always complaining