گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So slowly I'm losing who I've sworn to be.
A promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read.
I've spent my life building walls brick by brick and bruise by bruise...
A birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep.
But time is spinning silk that coils ruthlessly;
With the devil's patience, it binds my hands so quietly
that soon it becomes a part of me.
So soften these edges and straighten out my tie.
And help me remember the hope that I have compromised.
Please be a broken record for me.
