اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Loneliness, not solitude
Nobody cares about you
It’s nothing personal
Nobody cares about nothing
Nobody cares about no one
An automatic, selfish existence
designed to pass by this life
without any meaning
without any purpose
Living out of habit
too busy with themselves
only moving forward
like a plague of locusts
Troubles have no face
No one will hold your hand
Deserted
All your cries for help were useless
those final words have fallen upon deaf ears, right?
Your feelings, concerns and thoughts
buried with you
feeling like a child staring at a showcase
a showcase of life you will never taste
Isolated and alone
