Fragile کے بول

Oh this cities cold and angry With curses, hate, and all those head games I've been banging on this six string Trying to get it right Hell is standing at the bar stool But still I'm doing fine Fragile I'm so fragile Until you deal You’ll set there (and break your will) So fragile Say this sinners set for glory Chained to life and that's my story The devils dealing out the end game His aim is right on site I'm weak and sitting at the bar stool How can I win tonight Take your aim and point your guns at me Take your time cause I have been set free