Exile کے بول

Believe it, you went and threw it all away, I gave my life, not an inch. Exile, only made worse by the Tiresome hours wasted away inside this cage. Innocence, a word that shouldn't be used for such murky waters, And yet, somehow fitting, finds it's way Into my thoughts. Into my thoughts, into my thoughts. Social well-being is a state-of-mind, It seems, vagrancy is all I have. Exile, only made worse by the Tiresome hours wasted away inside this cage. Innocence, a word that shouldn't be used for such murky waters, And yet, somehow fitting, finds it's way Into my thoughts. Into my thoughts, into my thoughts. Innocence, a word that shouldn't be used for such murky waters, And yet, somehow fitting, finds it's way Into my thoughts. Into my thoughts, into my thoughts.