Trap Door کے بول

You point the finger at me Briefly I feel so weak You place the blame on me Didn't mean To hurt you at all I'm breaking out I'm setting free Not coming back I'm leaving But You, you're freaking out on me You're freaking out on me You, you're freaking out on me You're freaking out on me Someone tell me how Do I escape, do I escape You claim I sold my soul Hatred Is what you feel Never could regain Control How does the bottom feel I never stop to think that In the end I'd lose it all Again, again I ask you And as you sew the seeds, you see That as you leave you never Really needed me