Fame کے بول

Fame is crippling art Cold, I said it Lay in bed, regret it Hate that it's tearing me apart I feel you gripping my lungs Feel you ripping a hole in my chest Faith is a balancing card Up against the wind Balance time and we just want to relive A way back to the start I feel you lift me up again And tell me I'm the one you wanna be with Clearing the history of all that I was And wasn't enough, I wanna be wrong Yeah, we have a history of coming undone I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong Faith is a balancing card Up against the wind Balance time and we just want to relive A way back to the start I feel you lift me up again And tell me I'm the one you wanna be with Clearing the history of all that I was And wasn't enough, I wanna be wrong Yeah, we have a history of coming undone I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong Now we have a history of We have a history of We have a history of