اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You look like hell stuck in that chair
Feeling hollow again did you ever care
It's a pile of air, life rearrange
It's a tender version whenever you change
You can never fill me up
You stand in the rain with a pair of scissors in your brain
Try not to think of all the people you had to drain
Nobody likes what you've done to your hair
But i hate you too much to pretend that i care
You can never fill me up
I keep mary's number under my forehead
In dreams i walk with you through a spectre of filth
