گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Drag your claws across my skin
Taste my blood, I let you in
Take more than I freely give, it’s fine
Your silver tongue’s a liar
Tragically flawed, beautifully designed
My pride fuels the fire that brands
Your name across my mind
And I will make excuses till I turn blue
And I fade to grey, still I’ll wish things were different
But you’ll stay the same
In time, I will let this go
Turn my bitter to something gold
Forget all the things I hoped
It’s too late now, the damage is done
In time, I will let this go
Turn my bitter to something gold
Forget all the things I hoped
It’s too late now, it’s too late for us
Choking on your pride again
Cut out my feet to get ahead
Replace me like I meant nothing, it’s fine
I see it like it’s written
Got insecure across your face
You hide behind indifference
You can’t be touched, you can’t be maimed
And I will make excuses till I turn blue
And I fade to grey, still I’ll wish things were different
But you’ll never change
In time, I will let this go
Turn my bitter to something gold
Forget all the things I hoped
It’s too late now, the damage is done
In time, I will let this go
Turn my bitter to something gold
Forget all the things I hoped
It’s too late now, it’s too late for us
