Broken کے بول

You ask for so much and give so little I feel like I'm caught, just one in the middle You're still afraid of what I can see here My need for another turns into amnesia A ghost walking past, a caution to settle A reason to see, without seeing a medal That ring on you finger still lasts a while longer While we find ourselves broken asunder You ask for so much and give so little I feel like I'm caught, just one in the middle You're still afraid of what I can see here My need for another turns into amnesia A ghost walking past, a caution to settle A reason to see, without seeing a medal That ring on you finger still lasts a while longer While we find ourselves broken asunder