August کے بول

I felt it all The holes are burning still I hold my throat And i'm watching all The laughing pass me by If i could just turn the clock back All this time's left me feeling jaded I nearly lost my mind let me stay here One more moment buried Broken glass from window Panes fell down on my back yard And i cut my feet Got dirt ground in the wound If there's such a thing as a payback How high's the price on my head