گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Birthdays remind me how I age
In a way that feels like I’ll never make it
And holidays take me to a time
When I wasn’t part of the celebration
And all the other days seem to blur
Into a blur of work and fiction
But Monday, Monday is ok
That’s my day, the one that people hate
I don't know what I'd do without you
So when you go, go on any other day that you want to
Just leave me my day to hold onto
If I turn this page and turn another age and get old
In my old ways yeah I can stay or yeah change I suppose
But that might take another me to up and grow
Like if I had another head on my shoulder
And then would that head say
It ain't so great stuck with this man I hate
And then like you it’d have itself removed and run away
