Tenderversion کے بول

You look like hell stuck in that chair Feeling hollow again did you ever care It's a pile of air, life rearrange It's a tender version whenever you change You can never fill me up You stand in the rain with a pair of scissors in your brain Try not to think of all the people you had to drain Nobody likes what you've done to your hair But i hate you too much to pretend that i care You can never fill me up I keep mary's number under my forehead In dreams i walk with you through a spectre of filth