Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star کے بول

A new day His sinister urge is awakening She's waiting She knows she can't escape, she can't escape the daily pain Count the scars in her eyes Bleeding tears by his lies They say that stick and stones may break her bones But words hurt the most Count the scars in her heart Her blood is used in his art She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones Living the life he chose At night time His drunken fist lands in her face She's waiting She knows she must endure, she must endure his boiling hate Count the scars in her eyes Blinded by the sharpest knife They say that stick and stones may break her bones Well, actually they did Count the scars in her heart Her blood is used in his art She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones Her life is lost, it faded Some day she will avenge He'll suffer her revenge Sheer domestic violence Count the scars in her eyes Bleeding tears by his lies They say that stick and stones may break her bones But words hurt the most Count the scars in her heart Her blood is used in his art She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones Living the life he chose