Teenage days are over, now I'm cold and bored
I take my own medicine, whenever my story's told.
Needs of satisfaction, cialis doses soar
Guns are now my only toys, as the joker's daughter roars
Days of dance, pass by,
What she says is always right
I need a coke and a pill for my spirit to be high
But I know she's just living a lie
Tum jo mere ho
Toh yeh lagta rokey
Pehra mera chehra tera
Kheenchen mohe re
Chehra tera
Tumse bhuja sa
Tumse dhua
Kaarvan mil gaya
Hai jahaan chehra tera
Cheene mohe re
Chechra tera
Sab hi farebi
Sach na kahin
Sayein peeche maaya
Jeene mein se jaan le
Chehra tera
Kheenche mohe re
Chehra tera
Cause she wants it more and more
Until her body bleeds
Says she's not a whore
But I understand her needs
Now it's dark and cold again
She searches for lunelle
Bullet scars never heal
I know so I can tell