گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
With quiet disdain
It was only fear that I feared
Thought I was someone else for you to use
Envy burned away
As I fell immune to all of your tears
I guess you were still all mine
Mine to lose
Our minds aflame
As I seared in the wicked summer glow
I surrendered all to you
This failed serenade
Will tell you all you needed to know
Maybe your words were feigned
But mine were true
