اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Your face, fading silver
Waiting lonelier
Losing ground but falling deeper
My impression of a promise
Whispers to a loathing heart
Miracles of misery
There wasn't time, fade in
A well-meant lie
No faith, you're failing me
Waiting, I am consumed
Losing hope the hours run down and down
Leaving I am dry and worn
