اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When fake smiles and lame excuses fracture what’s beautiful
All that’s left is the preciousness of hell inside
I become the burden of a heart so battered and awful
‘til my face has no more ways to cover up what I can no longer hide
Part of me wants out, part of me takes comfort
In this bitter fairy tale, in this empty shell I’m in
I feel it like a wicked knife on my back
Scars on every ounce of me
The sweetness in my heart beats away
Dying to let go and breathe
And I hit the rock bottom…
Even if your strength was enough to save the day, would you?
Could you save your soul from shattering entirely?
And not become the vessel for such pain so hard and true
As the warmth inside starts freezing so fuckin’ quickly
I feel it like a wicked knife on my back
Scars on every ounce of me
The sweetness in my heart beats away
Dying to let go and breathe
And I hit the rock bottom…
I feel it like a wicked knife on my back
Scars on every ounce of me
The sweetness in my heart beats away
Dying to let go and breathe
(Part of me hides out, part of me makes effort)
And I’d do it all again
(To change this goddamn fate, and rip it off my skin)
And I’d be right on your hand…
