گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Sometimes I think about suicide
When night falls in silence
It makes sence to kill the pain
Without it I can't survive
My suicide in november
What is an icy body in sorrow?
Why don't you wake up?
In my dream, I fell into the well
The taste of pain trancends
Seeking own gaze
And let your hope into the cold
Suicide no longer satisfies me
