Sad کے بول

My teeth hurt from clenching my jaw Can't sleep 'cause my mouth won't stay closed I like to pretend that my fingertips Are like sutures that hold up my lips 'Cause the sheen is all gone Color drawn out like blood When I get sad 'Cause the sheen is all gone Color drawn out like blood When I get sad Am I really as bad you think Guess I'm unaware, yeah I must be naive For thinking you'd ever love me With the bruises I've got you think I'm a disease 'Cause the sheen is all gone Color drawn out like blood When I get sad 'Cause the sheen is all gone Color drawn out like blood When I get sad