Rufused کے بول

Backlash, once again a stiff reaction to imagined stimuli Outside, we are tied and you're a victim of your pride I know just how you feel when you pretend you're all alone Lonely, you're such a fraud you won't even pick up the phone And the only thing that holds me here is my patience So don't tell me that I'm selfish, Don't tell me you're abused Everthing I own, everything I do, all that I've been through Shows me how my ardor is misdirected My faith in you refused Outcast, looking for something, someone better than me I say look at yourself and tell me what you see Last week you were mincing words with the skill of a priest Sunday comes and goes and now you swear you're incomplete