Nothing کے بول

Your head in your hands on the edge of the bed She's sleeping gently in her head You know nothing's going to work out right You know nothing's going to be just fine You know nothing's going to work out now that you've crossed that line You see a devil in the mirror You see an image coming clearer It says nothing's going to be all right Nothing's going to be just fine Nothing's going to work out that you've crossed that line Doesn't she know that you're leaving this time Doesn't she know that you're already gone Doesn't she know that you're leaving this time You're pacing the floor like you're going somewhere You run your hands gently through her hair