skin cells کے بول

I was drawing pictures through the dead skin cells on the glass Walking through the broken fragments, all reflections of the past Things will never be the same, only memories can last Girl, I'm never gonna change, I'm just never coming back I was drawing pictures through the dead skin cells on the glass Walking through the broken fragments (ooh), all reflections of the past (ooh) Things will never be the same (ooh), only memories can last (ooh) Girl, I'm never gonna change (ooh), I'm just never coming back (ooh) Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh