Malina کے بول

The sound of a rusty old clock Broken windows, creaking doors Cold breeze piercing through the blanket Realized There's no way out Every day growing older Realized There's nowhere to hide Every day moving slower Still breathing heavy Standing up, sore and aching Grabbing the basket On the bring of collapse But still enduring Enduring another day Enduring another night Arrogant looks Hostile remarks But still no choice Realized There's no way out Every day growing older Realized There's nowhere to hide Every day moving slower