گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Faces in your diary
All the poems which made you sad
Now it needs a surgery
To remove me from inside your head
It seems to be a perjury
And the promise I've too ignored
If our love is a luxury
Once you were searching for
Now you don't want it for anymore
You don't need me for sure
You don't need me for sure
So to memory store
'Cause I can not afford you for sure
Now it feels like before
I don't need you for sure
We don't need us for sure
