اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup
truck where your heart has bled?
I'd love to say that I hate you,
and I can't forget the feeling in my head when
These miles behind us are going father,
and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.
Your sins they scream into my head,
and I know this has to end
Without you, without you.
How does it feel to be dead?
Alone and cold without the one since I went.
I'd love to say that I hate you.
For the pain you passed away,
for the anger cuddling myself to sleep.
These miles behind us are going farther,
and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.
Your sins they scream into my head,
and I know this has to end
Without you, without you.
I find it in you, it's tearing up my skin,
and finding its way to my heart.
You should rot like this.
