گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Your lips are stained with fiction
You always have your reasons
And I spoil you rotten (spoil you rotten)
Your hands are sealed in pockets
You fill them with your secrets
To you, I am nothing
I am
Your kiss, sweet like poison
You know you make me reckless
I’ll run but you are friction
Your touch feels like heaven
You make me hate all my sins
You are my religion
My religion
I have a million reasons to leave you
But I have a billion reasons to keep you
I have a million reasons to leave you
But I have a billion reasons to keep you
