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ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
These little things
They kill the most
All this pressure
It makes me choke
I don't need sympathy
I'm dead inside
A cautionary tale of a wasted life
Take me back to prison
Cause I don't ever listen
Keep me in these chains
Cause I won't ever change
I get high, I get low
I get drunk, I get stoned
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
I get high, I get low
I'm a God, I'm a joke
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
Novocaine to numb the soul
Yeah, I was raised by fucking wolves
I don't need sympathy, I'm dead inside
A cautionary tale of a wasted life
Take me back to prison
Cause I don't ever listen
Keep me in these chains
Cause I won't ever change
I get high, I get low
I get drunk, I get stoned
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
I get high, I get low
I'm a God, I'm a joke
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
Cross my heart and hope to cry
Stick a needle in my eye
Say hello, say goodbye
Fuck me up and leave me dry
Cross my heart and hope to cry
Stick a needle in my eye
Say hello, say goodbye
Fuck me up and leave me dry
I get high, I get low
I get drunk, I get stoned
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
I get high, I get low
I'm a God, I'm a joke
I surround myself with chaos
I got nothing left to show
I surround myself with choas
I got nothing left to show
I surround myself with choas
I got nothing left to show






