Mouthpiece کے بول

You say I've been living outside myself I put on a happy face for everyone else You say you read me like a book Some kind of cheap romance Tell me, was it worth the time you took Because everything else, it finishes I feel weightless, won't you pull me down Before I get too high and mighty now You rip out all the pages Slowly one by one And it's on the tip of your tongue but the words just go numb You rip out all the pages Slowly one by one And it's on the tip of your tongue And it's on the tip of your tongue And it's on the tip of your tongue And it's on the tip of your tongue