Withering کے بول

I let myself be deseased This life not worth it Keep on breathing my darling It won’t last long I lost hope some time ago There’s no place for my ego All around me seems to fade Am I strong enough to take? Said softly in a rude tone Alone in a box is where we belong (Like dogs we stand outside in rain and cold night waiting for the worst) Said softly in a rude tone Alone in a box is where we belong