Home ๐ŸŽฌ Bollywood ๐ŸŽต Pakistani ๐ŸŽค English Pop

Worm-Out Shoebox

๐Ÿ‘ค Fiona At Forty โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Bloodloss Is A Sport โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:41
๐ŸŽต 1109 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:41 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 24046295

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Stitched up cuts made by past regrets
Still we carry so many debts
The phone's dead and no one is lying in my bed
We spent all our energies
Trying to change things we couldn't change
Now I don't bother since
You've gone and took things
And took the pieces from me
Stitched up cuts made by past regrets
Still we carry so many debts
The phone's dead and no one is lying in my bed
We broke inside
Your mind, your head, your body
We took everything that we had
And I hid safe in my bed beside a worn out shoe box
The level falls before our eyes
Caught in the wind
But I can't feel the world
Death was never done
We broke inside
Your mind, your head, your body
We took everything that we had
And I hid safe in my bed beside a worn out shoe box
The smile on your face
Is enough to make me smile
Another false step
And someone falls off the track
We spent all our energies
Trying to change things we couldn't change
Now I don't bother since
You've gone and took things
And took the pieces from me
The level falls before our eyes
Caught in the wind
But I can't feel the world
Death was never done
Death was never done

โญ Rate These Lyrics

โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†
Average: 0.0/5 โ€ข 0 ratings