One Last Time

لا يَوجعُ الأنسان إلا ما لا يلائمهُ

That's called the Falling Angel It's an amusement park ride Some sort of rollercoaster It takes you up and when it brings you down It gives you butterflies

I faced it all, and I stood tall.

For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.

But I see her in the back of my mind all the time Like a fever, like I'm burning alive, like a sign Did I cross the line?

Even when I lose I’m winning ✨

والنهايات مش دايماً سعيدة

قديش فرحت وحزنت