Drowned کے بول

One step to an open window My skin feels the cold air. Where can i go? Far from this world A man disappointed by life The truth is a poisoned sharp knife Where can i go? I can’t pretend i feel no pain This inner torture is all i gain My plan was doomed to failure, and i’m sure All i can do’ll never heal this sore Lost my friendships Can’t change the things Wasting my head Drowned in my troubles…. So now i’m in front of this window A line between future and past Two figures lost, they don’t tally no more Lies pollution is wasting my head ….drowned in my troubles again.