Play Dead کے بول

Darling, stop confusing me With your wishful thinking Hopeful embraces Don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here Where no-one cares And no-one loves No light, no air to live in A place called "hate" The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And the hurt stops It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain Hug suffering Caress every ache I play dead It stops the hurting