اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Where's the bone, where's the sack?
Where's these things of mine?
Pack them up, put them out,
Coz there's not much time.
Oh, I didn't know
That you had feelings, too.
Oh, I never thought
That I was king of you.
Where's the shame in my case,
As I've fallen down?
To the drug, to the floor
In an eager pout.
Oh, I didn't know
How alone you'd be.
And I never knew
How much I'd have to need.
