Crush کے بول

Now you see me now you don't Go before I am the goat You get away with murder, kill me when you're through Do I have to give up me, to be loved by you From the smallest taste I use From the smallest taste I lose Won't you crush on me, crush on Pile your dead on top of me Tape my eyes so I can't see I've been waiting for today I can't touch you when you're far away Nothing makes me feel this way Except hate but that fades away