اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Coming into this world was so easy after all
Wishes granted, she never needed to crawl
Painless days, demanding her every desire
All she wanted was for you to fuel her fire
Controlling sickness, emotional syndrome
Genuine illness
Her ego was her home
A beggar on horseback riding to hell
There was no one who could break the spell
One day it felt so bad to walk alone
She roamed inside her soul never to return
Born dead
Forever spoiled
Drew her last breath
Born dead
Always bored
Immersed in paranoia
