اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
turn back these pages, let it go
everything so clearly gets back to blurry
before you know that fairytales and cigarettes
re-live the dreams, relieve the stress
wanted little time with a lonely girl just like you
with a social-dropout point of view
we sang our songs...the sing alongs
then a blank stare's given to pass time
we drove our cars just to unwind
dreams come true
lies are told with such hesitation
the lights go out
all I can think about is what goes on behind
your closed door
I'll kiss you, stranger!
I'll find my reasons, pointing fingers at you
to make myself feel better
let's start a fire, I will bring the matches
it will be an obvious tragic ending
you'll DIE, stranger!
you're just a carbon copy
you'll DIE, stranger!
you know you will this time
words can't speak why everything is a tragedy
in the first place
and I know that rain comes but once a week
so baby, bury me!
I'm on the run today...
