Loss کے بول

Warm vibrations touch my ear Misplaced meaning's, crystal clear Screaming words like fingers take Try hard to move the other way Tender bruises start to show Hurting truth begins to grow He'd spit it out, then stop for days Afraid to speak, consequences great If it wasn't for you I could never know With one easy touch The blood starts to flow Your leather never felt that soft before Purple, black, blue, and brown Colors match the ugly ground