سَیگار بهونس ما درد مِیکشیم

But words could never break your bones

تهی

به اندازه‌ی تمام حرفایی که باید میزدم و نزدم سِیگار کشیدم

They see the smile, but they'll never understand the battles behind it. I stopped explaining myself because not everyone deserves to know my story. I keep my circle small, my standards high, and my mind focused. I don't compete with anyone—I compete with the person I was yesterday. If you stand with me, stand with honesty. If not, don't stand in my way

بنگر چ آتشی زِ تو برپاست در دِلم

Dark soul, clear vision

مارا از مرگ میترسانند ، انگار که زنده‌ایم

خُوش ک نَ وَلی میگذَره