Wounded کے بول

You, the walking wounded You, the hopeless victim You, who craved new feelings Risked it all to get them I thought you may be stronger Thought your fight was greater When I watched you falling How I pitied what you were I could have made you whole instead you gave in Now I'll leave you lying pale and wounded Thought you may be worthy I thought your soul was brighter Hoped we'd share forever Dreamt of flying with you I saw you had some spirit Saw the spark of fire Tasted only water Left you drowning on the floor Barely walking wounded Barely walking wounded Wounds of apathy and Wounds that should have healed I have loved you briefly I have given freely You denied me your trust I shed no tears for you