گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Looking forward down the path
I see my own demise
It scares me to death
I fall short of breath
Can hardly believe my eyes
Before my barren eyes
But i hold it inside
Cuz i fear for my life every day
Walking forward
Moving slowly
Trying to find my way back to you
Walking forward
Going nowhere
Never knowing what to do
While the world just slips away
And i'm thrown into the fray
Looking over my shoulder last nite
The shadows whiz by my head
I fall out of step
I'm losing my grip
My body sinks down like lead
My fright turns into dread
